A big sigh: “I wish the rain would stop. It’s been raining for months.”
We decide to work out exactly how long this wet weather has been around.
“Did it rain on your birthday, Callum?”
“Yes. Do you remember how we went bowling because the weather wasn’t good enough for a picnic.”
So it was raining in February.
“We managed to go for a picnic on Gemma-Rose’s birthday..."
"... but it rained heavily on the way there and on the way home again!”
So it was raining in January.
“What did we do on your birthday, Imogen?”
“Dad cooked us bacon and eggs on the barbeque by the lake, after Mass.”
“Yes it was sunny...”
“... but the clouds rolled in on the way home and it was raining by lunch time!”
So it was raining in November.
“Thomas’ birthday was fine...”
"... and warm. That was a very unusual day."
“Charlotte had her birthday during the beach holiday. Do you remember how hard it rained on the way to the coast? We were lucky to get a few dry days that week. Charlotte's birthday was dry..."
".. until the evening, then it poured with rain!”
So it was raining in October.
“We went go-cart racing on Duncan’s birthday. It rained so hard that morning, we were sure our session was going to be cancelled. We almost didn’t set out for the track.”
So it was raining in September.
“What did we do on Dad’s birthday?”
“We went to the mall for morning tea..."
"... because it was too wet to go anywhere else.” Everyone laughs.
So it was raining in July.
"On Sophie's birthday, we stayed home and watched Tangled..."
"... because it rained!"
Was it raining on Felicity's birthday? Probably not. It never rains in Perth. Every time she phones home she says, "It's beautiful and sunny. We've been down to the beach," and I say, "It's still raining here."
“Do you remember your birthday, Mum? We made dinner for you and we had to get out all the heaters to make sure the guests were warm..."
"... because it was so cold and WET!”
So it was raining in April.
That was almost a year ago. It has been a very wet year.
Gemma-Rose was born during the drought. For a long time, she never knew what rain was. Every day we prayed for rain and we looked hopefully up at the sky, but it never arrived. The grass was brown and threadbare, everything was covered in dust, we had to watch every drop of water we used… and everyone was busy talking about global warming, the necessity for water desalination plants and the fact that the dams would never ever again fill to their capacity.
Now the dams are overflowing, the roads are flooded, the grass reaches to our knees because it never dries out long enough to cut, and ‘global warming’ has turned into ‘climate change.’ I’d be tempted to complain but I know while it is so wet, we don’t have to worry about bushfires. Nothing could possibly burn in this weather.
It seems impossible that any more rain can fall. Where is it all coming from? I am sure we have enough rain to satisfy the needs of a few other countries, as well as our own. I think we must have someone else’s supply. Somewhere on this earth, it is hot and dry and people are down on their knees praying for rain... like we were a few years ago.
Is it you? Have we got your rain? Would you like it back? I am sure we’d be very happy to share.