At last, a beautiful dismal day

has arrived.

Rain falls, breaking the sun scorched

stranglehold,

falls all the long day, and into

the night.

Hours and minutes press close and heavy

through the constant precipitation.

Breathing is cool and moist,

heart and soul lifted by the

unfamiliar dampness, and swept away

in the deluge, lost in childlike exuberance

down suburban rivers of rain.

The dust is settled,

and the whingers unsettled . . .

' Bloody rain again' they whinge.

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