Sunday, November 05, 2006 it's only time that heals the pain and makes the sun come out again
The fun's over now. I think this is day three of pretty much non-stop rain.
The garden's had enough, the yard has had enough. The trees have had enough. So have I. The houseplants have been outside for a drink. Thought that might stop the rain - it usually does the trick if you put the houseplants out .
It can bugger off now to a part of the state that's in drought and actually needs it . Go on, off you go, bugger ya.
At this point I start to get anxious about all this water even if logic says: wake up to yourself!
When I was eight years old there was a flood. I don't mean the river levels rose a bit type flood- I mean a FLOOD. Dead animals- being- washed- down -the river -type flood.
The place where we lived had a river on one side and a gully on the other.
One morning (after days of rain, obviously) my Grandfather, who lived nearby, told us to get going up the road to a neighbour on higher ground.
Mum - being a mother - had to make sure we were dressed and had breakfast before going. BAD move, mother!
We make it about halfway there when the water starts coursing onto the road ahead of us. I remember Dad putting the car in reverse and I don't remember what he did after that. I just remember getting through a fence and running with my sister close by. Where were Mum, Dad, and my little brother at this point? Don't know, just remember running and looking back to see the brown water surging.
So we ended up at my Grandparent's place. My grandmother, in her wisdom,brought out some toys that we hadn't played with before. The old "distract them" technique. No doubt she was worried sick as well, but made sure we were happy as could be.
As the water rose from both sides we went out to the shed and climbed up to the highest place -on a ledge up near the roof. From this point I could see that the brown water had completely covered the paddock.
The rain stopped. Relief.
Mum put me in my best lilac(ha! the 70's) jeans that day and I never felt the same way about them after that.
Previous to the flood there was a huge tree with a rope attached that we used to swing out on and drop into the river. No more tree.
Part of the road was washed out. Very deep hole.
My long dead Great- Grandmother's pink rambling roses were gone.
I no longer live between a gully and a river but will it just stop raining, please!
Mood - not quite sure, to be honest
Music - cruel to be kind - nick lowe
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