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Frustrating weather. The weather forecast says “isolated showers” and the radar shows nothing coming, but every time I go outside to do something, it’s raining.


I’ve just found a rainfall table on the back of the calendar page for March (a page I’ve just ripped out, seeing April is here already): Rainfalls of Main Australian Towns.

There’s no mention of where the data comes from, so who knows… It could be rubbish. But let’s pretend everything is accurate, and here are the highlights:

Rainiest places in yearly average:
1. Innisfail, Queensland: 3,546 millimetres per year
2. Cairns, Qld: 2,003 mm

Rainiest place in monthly average:
1. Innisfail, March: 663 mm
2. Innisfail, February: 598 mm

Driest places in yearly average:
1. Port Augusta, South Australia: 242 mm
2. Broken Hill, New South Wales: 254 mm

Driest places in monthly average (a tie):
1. Darwin, Northern Territory, June and July: 1 mm and 1 mm
1. Broome, Western Australia, September and October: 1 mm and 1 mm

Rainy weather

It’s wet season here, and today the forecast is for heavy rain. The local rivers are on flood watch, and according to the Bureau of Meteorology, “Across NSW, about 75% of Flood Watches are followed by flooding.” Continuing with the stats, “At this stage there is a greater than 70% chance of Minor to Moderate flooding as well as local flash flooding along the [local] river valleys from Monday onwards […]”.

I think it’s funny they Capitalise some of the Words. They’re probably following the lead of Winnie the Pooh, who always Talked in Title-speak when he had Something Important to Say.

Anyway, flooding… Centuries ago when I was at high school I used to love flood weather, because it meant that we country kids could go home early to beat the roads being cut. And then the next day or two we could stay at home, because by then the whole school and half the town would be underwater. The school was built on stilts or something – way up high above the ground – so I think the floodwater usually only washed underneath the buildings, then left mud and debri around the place. At the time I never had a thought for all the people who had to leave their homes; all the animals who were cut off or washed away; all the trees and fences that were felled; all the destruction of these natural disasters.

It’s been rainy or showery here for over a week now, and the forecast is for another week of the same, with, now, possible flooding. There’s mud everywhere. And I feel sorry for the cows, who are plodding around out there in the squishy paddocks, getting mud in their feet and constant rain down their heads. I’m lucky to have somewhere safe and dry to live, on a hill.