‘And every creek a banker ran,
And dams filled overtop;
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“If this rain doesn’t stop.”‘
As I sat with the rain drumming on the roof, gutters over-flowing and big fat drops splattering the windows, this John O’Brien poem kept running loops in my head. We had nearly 5 inches of rain yesterday (6 the day before), and it’s ironic really, given that not much more than a week ago we were on bush-fire alert and water-restrictions. But, I know which I’d prefer.
Pelting rain also happens to be perfect baking weather, and as there’s not much more comforting than baking to the soundtrack of rain, I’m really not complaining.