As a follow-on to the bright side of drought, I thought I’d consider the bright side of rain since we’ve enjoyed a bit.
One of my favourite movie scenes comes from Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein, where Dr Frankenstein and his offsider are digging up a grave in the local graveyard.
The good doctor is complaining and his offsider says, “Could be worse. Could be raining.”
Of course the heavens immediately open and they’re drenched.
Living out here, the exact opposite is true.
We say, “Could be better. Could be raining.”
And this is why:
First and foremost, rain brings life and where there’s life, there’s hope.
You get to hear the mighty roar of rain on the roof and smell the scent of rain on the air.
There is nothing like the indescribable thrill of it, especially when it’s a bloody long time between drinks.
You get mud, glorious mud, which makes kids happy, horses happy, cattle happy and dogs happy.
(Not so much the person who has to try and get around the place, but it’s fun to watch the stock prance about in the mud while you slog through it.)
If you live on black soil and are short, you get the chance to grow a foot with a simple walk around the paddock.
You get a nice change of scenery when the dry, dusty browns of the drought are replaced with many shades of lush, beautiful green.
Once it’s green, you don’t have to head out to hand feed the stock every day.
As long as it remains green, bushfires are less likely.
Wildflowers pop up, alongside the grass and herbage, adding a multi-coloured splash to the scenery.
The amount of subject matter for artists and photographers is endless.
The creeks fill, bringing all manner of wildlife back.
The frogs can be heard enthusiastically croaking to the beat of raindrops.
There’s plenty of rainwater for washing your hair.
You can even stand in the garden to wash it if there’s a heavy shower.
You also see some awesome thunderstorms.
(Hopefully not while washing your hair in the rain!)
You get a lot of quality time with your family while stuck indoors.
Plus, you can finally start on those rainy day jobs that have been piling up.
And, even if you need your Driza-bone during the rain, you can still use your funny bone, especially when you’re scraping off that foot of black soil stubbornly clinging to the bottom of your mud boots.
Hopefully, everyone in the district gets a chance to enjoy a bit of mud over a wet Christmas.
I wish you the joy of the season and a most excellent 2022.