Here, in Brisbane, at around 6 p.m. on Monday evening of this week it started to rain. I can honestly say that for the first time in my entire life rainfall felt really good. It gave me a deep sense of joy.
Rainfall has given me joy before, but in a most opposite way. Back in England there were many occasions when I thought “At last! It’s stopped raining. Well about time”….. followed by a feeling of joy.
On Monday evening though, in a complete about turn, I was thinking “At last! It’s raining. Well about time”….. followed by a feeling of joy.
Monday’s rainfall went from 6 p.m. and lasted until the early hours of the morning and at times it was very heavy. Boy did we need it! The grass has been so brown and dry that it hurts my daughter’s feet when she runs on it. (Must buy her some shoes). The whole of Queensland has been on red alert about fires for some time.
The North has been particularly hard hit, with fires around the Mount Archer area near Rockhampton and between Gaeta and Gin Gin. The Southwest too has had severe fire warnings around the Warrego region including the towns of Charleville and Roma, both west of Brisbane.
And just south of Brisbane, over at Parkwood on the Gold Coast less than two weeks ago, fires threatened properties and brought traffic on the main motorway almost to a stop due to heavy smoke.
So rain on Monday was very welcome. Apart from the pathetic drizzle we had the other week, it was the first decent rainfall we had seen where I live for around three months.
Queensland has had rain, it is a big place. But not much around here. We had hail storms a few miles away a couple of weeks ago, but they seemed to last no more than 10 minutes, after which the ground was dry again.
It is almost 2 years now since we first arrived in Australia on the 14th of November 2007. We got here in the middle of a drought. But within three days of our arrival it started to rain and never seemed to stop. The Australians loved it. We hated it.
But when it rained on Monday, I loved it too, just like an Aussie.