Water has been pouring out of the sky since dawn. Pouring onto the roof, into our tanks. WATER! THOUSANDS OF GALLONS OF IT! We are delirious with joy!

This dry season has not been as bad as usual. The weird weather patterns which the world has been experiencing lengthened the last rainy season and I was in England for three weeks in May, so I never got as fed up of the dry as usual.

And anyway, I LIKE dry. The dry season would be perfect, if not for the bush fires.

With this first Full-Moon-In-June Rain, the Rain Flies have come out in swarms. Rain Flies are termites which fly out from wherever they were, arrive in your bijou little house, drop their wings and proceed to eat everything wooden that gets in their way. They are nasty little creatures, and they get into everything: your clothes, your books, your cleavage. Later on this month, we will get the "Other Rain Flies". They bite. This heavy rain will also send Tarantulas running for cover in the safety and dry of my home. They eat the rain flies.

The Laundry-Doing, Dish-Washing, Boy-Bathing, Hose-Spraying part of me rejoices at the rain. The rest of me gets into bed with a cup of Hot Milo till January.


See, now, the tarantulas would be reason enough for me to move.
Oh Lordy, I thought I had it bad with ticks and mosquitos...
GirlBlue said…
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I'm coming tarantula collecting by youuuuuuuuu!

A pinktoe how wonderful!!!
Nan Sheppard said…
Ahhh, arachnids. Moving us to the heights of joy and the depths of despair since time immemorial!