There is enough water in the dam to let some go and flush the river clean. I love the force of the water gushing and spraying, showing its power, thundering and cutting a course through the usual dry riverbed. Our house is along this river and at the most it has a billabong that gradually dries during the winter. Not so today. A raging flood has covered the plain. The shed has sunk, there is just the roof showing above the brown surly waters! It never ceases to amuse me that we are drenched and mouldy while our brothers and sisters down south are dry and burnt to a crisp. Wide
brown...no...green land for me!
There is enough water in the dam to let some go and flush the river clean. I love the force of the water gushing and spraying, showing its power, thundering and cutting a course through the usual dry riverbed. Our house is along this river and at the most it has a billabong that gradually dries during the winter. Not so today. A raging flood has covered the plain. The shed has sunk, there is just the roof showing above the brown surly waters! It never ceases to amuse me that we are drenched and mouldy while our brothers and sisters down south are dry and burnt to a crisp. Wide brown...no...green land for me!
It must be absolutely roaring down the back of your place. Been thinking of you guys up there.
ReplyDeleteI am a bit over it Rob. At least we don't live in Ingham!
ReplyDeleteHey Kerry, we met at the writers retreat in 2008...our roof has held up in the wet (yeah!), everyone laughed at my gumboots I brought at the op-shop but now lakes (puddles) are no problem for me! Hope your well, I'm thinking of doing the Fabulous February Writing Workshop...
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