So asked the 50-something year old guy as he scurried past me, trying to get to the station before the inevitable rain came down.

"Trying to", I replied, conscious of the fact that I had only about 15 minutes before my own train pulled out and rather less before the thunder and lightning morphed into raindrops the size of golfballs, as it did by the time the minute hand of the illuminated clock hit the bottom of its arc.

Life can take you in funny directions at times. On a normal Monday I would not have been here to see this, much less shoot it. But a colleague had come up from Melbourne and I had to stay back late to have a meeting with her. Then after getting a Grill'd hamburger for dinner I wanted to get something from the electronics store. However the branch that I went to didn't have it, and they directed me down to the one further down George Street in World Square. From there I figured that I may as well walk down to the station, and as I was coming up the hill I saw the combination of the last bits of sunlight, the backlighting of the clock, and the dark thunderclouds sweeping in quickly from my right ahead of the predicted thunderstorms.

For the record I did no levels or contrast adjustment to this one, nothing but the signature layer. It may look like something from an apocalyptic painting, but this is true to life what was out there tonight.

Sometimes, just sometimes, you find yourself in a spot to grab shots like this by accident rather than design.