Rain at last! It will take a lot more rain before the drought is broken – but it’s a start.
Dorothea Mackeller, in her poem, “I love a sunburnt country”, describes it so beautifully, in the fourth verse:
Core of my country. Her pitiless blue sky
when sick at heart around us, we see the cattle die.
But then the grey clouds gather, and we can bless again
The drumming of an army
The Steady, Soaking Rain.