Snuggled in bed listening to the sound of rain on the roof! So glad we have a tin roof, memories of ‘home” – drenching rain, loud on the tin roof, thunder sounding like it was actually in the room with us, and lightning so bright! Mother used to cover the mirrors during storms, and we would gather in the lounge room to “weather the storm’ in the center of the house. I guess Mother must have heard a story of lightning hitting a mirror, and that’s why she would keep us all safe away from windows and mirrors.
East Gippsland is desperately in need of good, soaking rain. Parts of the area have had rain, but not all, and not enough, there are still drought conditions in many areas. I hope that the rain I am hearing, is falling where it is most needed.
