Another Severe Thunderstorm Warning for damaging wind and heavy rainfall was issued this afternoon for our area. The drought is so bad at present that everyone hopes the promised rain comes. In all the time I have been here, I have never seen the Katanning Creek so completely dry. There are barely a half-dozen shallow puddles left along the entire three kilometres or so of riverbed running through the town.
At lunchtime today there was a short, heavy shower just as I arrived home to have a sandwich and a cup of iced tea. The temperature was 36 and the rain drops vanished into the dry sandy soil of my “lawn” as if they had never existed. No sign of moisture within seconds. The café tables out in the open were wet for barely two minutes, then dry again.
It is so dry that the frogs have nowhere to go. The Shire depot staff toilets attract them. The frogs tend to upset people by leaping on to them when they are doing their business. Also they startle the cleaner. I have relocated eleven so far to my pond. There at least they seem to be happy, judging by the serenading each night, and the cheerful splashing. They are taking care of the beetles and cockroaches too.
Last night before bed I sat at the café table with a glass of iced tea laced with lime juice and had a chat with one bold fellow sitting on the table beside me. It was a very one-sided conversation. He didn’t say much. But I could tell he was glad not to be living in a toilet.