Two days of constant rain after weeks of no rain at all.
Looking out at the dripping garden
reminds me of other rainy days.
Cold, driving, childhood rain…
the water dripping down my bare legs
and into my gumboots.
Rain feeding the Hutt River…
I lean over the edge of Moonshine Bridge,
and watch branches swirling in the swollen waters.
Peering through the greasy window of an airport bus…
the tracks of rain matching the ones on my cheeks.
Today in Christchurch they thirst for rain…
And yesterday, I welcomed it, too.
But not today.
Jane Percival, 16 February 2017