This morning I awoke to some nice wet looking grass and plants in the garden. This, the day I chose to wash my sheets and bed covers..well, it was something I thought about last night as I drove home from work. The smell of rain was in the air I admit, yet it had not come .
Now, as I sit here drinking my cuppacino and typing this post, it is humid. There is a feeling in the air it might just storm today...perhaps I am wrong. We could do with a good storm and some more rain.
I remember as a kid, when we would have a few days of over 40 degrees Celsius temperatures, a storm would brew at the end of the day. We would sit on the front porch and watch the change in weather happen about 20 kilometres away. Brewing over the bay..over Werribee. Sometimes the change actually never came to our house. So we would just sit and watch it dumping and lightening on the town...Melbourne too.
The last image I displayed was of the dust storm that hit Melbourne when I was a kid at school. All the kids cried and we thought, at first, it was a big ball of smoke coming from some bush fire or something. When we got home that day, mum was cleaning the window sills, and tearing her hair out over our lovely white cross-over curtains looking so red. I know that if this occurred again, I would be the same as my mum, I would panic about the dust entering the house.
And so, with that, I do greet the rain....but not the humidity thank you.
Anyone remember a storm as a kid? What was your reaction to it at the time?
