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Heavy soaking rain…

It is good that this parched part of the country is getting some long awaited H2O.
It is good that our empty reservoirs may begin to not look so empty.
It is good that the cycles of nature have not completely abandoned our poor stewardship.

It is bad that I can hear emergency vehicle sirens in the distance.
It is bad that road users must contend with dangerous conditions.
It is bad that a new roof leak has emerged right over my office desk.
It is bad that even our new gutters can’t contend with the huge flow of water.

It is ugly that the rain is too late for some who make their living off the land.
It is ugly that drought drives the rural suicide rate ever higher.

But there is hope. Today’s rain is its sign. And even rural Australia knows a secret.
Here is a bush poem by Murray Hartin (Muz)