Rain

A soft rain was falling when I went to bed last night, and it's raining again this morning. Given that we're suffering through a major drought, I welcome the weather. I just wish it was a downpour.

Perhaps not quite the downpour that was the cause of this dramatic picture of a flooded Elizabeth Street in the city, taken by an Age photographer in 1972, but a downpour all the same. Our reservoirs are drying up, and the Wimmera is almost completely dry, which is going to fuck wheat crops for the next few years at least.

If we don't get some decent rain soon the whole country's going to look like this:

The only downside to today's soft rain is that my local laundromat will be crowded, which will probably bugger my plans for quickly nipping in and out of it this afternoon. Did I mention that it's called 'My Beautiful Laundrette'? Sadly, no signs of Daniel Day Lewis to be seen...

Ah well. I can dream...