Someone up there was listening.
For the first time in months and months, we have rain. RAIN!! Accompanied by some quite emphatic thunder and lightning. Poor Mouse is hiding his head under the bedclothes; he hates thunder. He’s showing the whites of his eyes, and will not be pacified or placated with treats and cuddles; instead he stands and trembles and pants, or paces the house looking for somewhere the nasty bangs and crashes don’t penetrate. Poor boy…
I won’t have to water the yard at 6.30am. I won’t have to worry about Mouse’s zoomies wearing bare patches in the brown crispy grass, or losing some of the mature shrubs which are looking very stressed.
Our huge downpipes are gurgling with deep organ tones. They’re 20cm (8 inches) in diameter, built to handle monsoon-style rain, and tonight, they’re doing a great job. The wind is howling a fair bit, and the neighbour’s wind chime is clashing and clanking rather than chiming sweetly. What is sweet, though, is the smell of wet earth and leaves, wafting through the screen door onto the porch. It’s a classic ‘storm from the west’, bringing the thunder and lightning you don’t get with storms coming down from the wet tropics in the north.
It probably won’t last long enough to fill any dams or reservoirs, but it’ll replenish a good few water tanks and save the farmers having to irrigate for a few days and pay the electricity bill for pumping water they can ill afford. (The worst of irrigation is they have to take the water when it’s available, which means they’re pumping water over the crops at a time of day when it’ll evaporate and burn the leaves.)
As I write, the banging and crashing is receding into the distance, heading away to the northwest and out to sea. We’re lucky the cell was strong enough to maintain itself till it reached us; often, the westerlies beat themselves to death against the top of the range and the coastal strip doesn’t get anything.
We won’t have to get on the roof to wash the dust off the solar panels. We won’t have to wash the car or mop the deck. What we will have to do, sadly, is mow the grass, and probably very soon…
Still, it’s a good problem to have!