My Rainy Day, Robert O'Keefe, Grade 6

Rereading some of my recent blogs, yes I reread them just to assure myself that they are read, I note that my predictions about never seeing another rainy day were closely followed by just that, a rainy day maybe two depending where you saw it from. I’m looking forward to your photos and companion essays which I’m sure that you, having had the benefit of my predictive warnings, will have taken note of and carefully documented. I’m trying to persuade Stephen, you remember my luddite youngest brother, to share his experiences of the waves, nae Tsunami of rain phenomena that he has been experiencing. Fat chance of that though and I understand, If we wish to experience tsunamis of rain then as he says “get your own big tin and sit here in it as I do”
As for my own experiences of “The Last Wet” I had only to go twenty odd meters to Liberty Street which obviously follows some ancient water course down from the ridge now defined as Stanmore Road. Harrow Road on my side and London Street on the other rise quite steeply on the banks of this natural gully and at the intersection is a busy rounderbout which at the height of a rain storm becomes a man made whirlpool to rival even Scilla itself. A vast torrent of rain water from rooftop and pavement catchments collects here both above ground and below where from overloaded underground pipes it spurts in fountains dislodging the caps to Telstra cable sumps. Cars and trucks raise huge arching wakes like speed boats and the only safe apparel for pedestrians is a wet suit for if not it soon will be. Sorry I still don’t have the required technology to record in color so you shall have to make do with this black and white word picture.
Later Robert