First, the facts. We just baked through another scorcher. Temperatures hit the high 20s and low 30s in many spots.
Gardens turned to crisp. Pavements became frying pans for unsuspecting eggs. And everyone forgot how to function without a fan.
Then, the sky cracked open. Not gently, like a shower. No, like a rock band smashing its gear after an encore.
Why Thunderstorms Love British Heatwaves
Here’s the quirky science bit. Hot air rises. It’s like a big, sweaty elevator going up.
That hot air holds tons of moisture. When it hits cooler air higher up, it all goes haywire.
The result? Clouds that look like angry cauliflowers. Then, BOOM. Thunder, lightning, and rain that arrives sideways.
It’s nature’s way of throwing a tantrum after a perfect picnic. And we’re all invited.
