RAIN
As fires ravage through the dry plains we look up at the sky and pray for rain.
The ground temperature tips over the 50-degree mark and days are spent starting bores, checking troughs and enjoying the comfort of air-conditioning when you can. Sprinklers for horses, ice in the dog's water and plenty of mud for the pigs. Will the rain ever come?
Watching storms out in the distance just isn't the same as hearing the rain on your roof. The humidity reassuring that water is around, just not quite here yet.
Two months go by and the tables have turned.
Creeks are flooded and without a doubt cars will soon be bogged, paddocks that once were striped bare now thrive with hip height fodder. Flood damage is seen in tops of trees, roads washed away and dam walls broken.
Staff sit on the wrong side of the creek awaiting the flow to eventually slow, its a short swim to the shed and bores are no longer needed. We look up at the sky and wonder will it ever end?
Sunny mornings lead to cloud buildup and by afternoon you are running for shelter. The sound you once prayed for you now dread. Work programs have inevitably been changed and 'BOM' is the most frequently visited site.
Soon we will blink and be back to praying for the rain.
Written with love
Jaz x
