Wind, More Rain

The rain I wrote about in my last post didn't linger. The Saturday was showery and I noticed on my morning walk that a breeze had come with the change, the first wind for weeks. We had a total of 35 ml at the house over the few wet days, much less than other districts, where it was needed more in any case. I think there was more rain at the farm at Emerald. The big downpour on the Friday that got the frogs singing didn't happen at Gembrook, where 9ml only was in the gauge.
The breeze turned into a gusty wind and kept up through the week. By Friday it had dried the ground back to dusty so you'd never know it had rained at all. I found pine mushrooms every morning, mainly in the drains and low spots where more water had soaked in. The wind kept up; aggravating, disturbing, dischevelling. The trees stopped smiling. Ten days it blew, building in strength, nagging, battering, bullying. Yesterday it roared into a furious gale. The trees contorted and groaned in punishment. Birds disappeared. It rampaged all day. About 3.00pm the rain came, sideways, belting.
There was 24ml in the gauge this morning. A flush of fresh mushies pushed through the grass. The sun is shining. After the warmest May night on record the night before last, the air is bitingly cold. A gentle breeze picks up now and again, as if whispering a warning. Take nothing for granted, it seems to say.