Sunday, January 15, 2017

January 15. Day 15. It's raining. It's pouring

Most of us in Brisbane have been walking around like we've been caught in the rain all week. Dripping has been the standard attire and not in a good way. I think the official description of the weather would be putrid, although I think both the Bureau of Meteorology and all radio and television presenters have been politely using some other term. It might be polite but it's not accurate. It's been horrible. Stinking, sticky, sweaty and smelly.
And today finally relief of sorts. Instead of coming from armpits the gushing flow came from the sky. This was serious rain. Bucketing down with a sound and light show that accompanied it . So serious was the downpour that Rumple, not a dog normally skittish about storms, spent most of the storm perched on my shoulder. Through the rain I could see an Ibis in a dead tree, kind of clinging. My guess is it got that far and could not move. There would be no flying in that downpour. And then when it was over it gave itself a big shakedown. Like all of us there was relief. Finally some welcome relief for the unpleasant weather.

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