It’s raining. Yeah!
It started in the middle of the night on Easter Monday with thunder and lightning – torrential downpours.
We were camping but I didn’t mind.
We packed up amid drizzle and headed down the Hume Highway counting puddles along the side of the road.
It was raining Yippee!
It had been raining in Melbourne too. The earth was dark and moist. We pulled out damp canvas and hung it to dry.
We didn’t mind. It had rained.
Today it was still raining. I got wet when I went shopping. I ran the food into the house with water slipping down my neck.
I didn’t mind. It was raining.
The floor by the door is muddy. Did you hear me? Muddy! Rows and rows of camp clothing hang dripping on the washing line.
This evening it is still raining. Hip hooray!
They say it is going to rain for most of the week. On Saturday I am going to work in the garden. Yes!
The the earth will raise its face to the sky. Thirsty plants will remember their life. The soil will be moist and sweet.
It is raining. Yes, raining. I lift my voice.