Apologies to haiku buffs for messing with that famous line, but in south eastern Australia, the sound of rain is always special, and deserves a haiku of its own. Particularly in summer, with bushfires raging in three states.
I know this rain won’t last, and I know it probably hasn’t spread past the coastal areas, but by god it’s welcome here in Warrandyte, and it’s a lovely sound to hear as you wake up!
Armed with a cup of coffee and a hoodie, I went outside to see the miracle of rain from close-up. Leaves that were drooping from lack of water yesterday are standing tall and proud today, and even the dry, yellowed grasses are sporting a blush of green. That’s how quickly it happens.
Once the rain finally stops, I’m going to get out there and weed a few spots near the house in preparation for the return to heat later on. In the meantime, I’m getting stuck into my proof-reading, happy in the knowledge that Warrandyte won’t burn today. It truly is a great weight off my mind, even though I know it’s only temporary.
I go through this state of siege every summer, but it’s been worse this year because so many other places are under attack from fire. I can’t help thinking it will be our turn next. 😦
My thoughts go out to the people in regional Victoria, New South Wales, and of course, Tasmania, who are living with the reality of bushfires right now. You are not alone.