Seven years ago, Australia’s top expert said southeast Australia was in a permanent drought.
And this week, they are expecting 10 cm of precipitation.
The permanent drought is looking simply brutal
Seven years ago, Australia’s top expert said southeast Australia was in a permanent drought.
And this week, they are expecting 10 cm of precipitation.
The permanent drought is looking simply brutal
Written in 1921 :
SAID HANRAHAN
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
In accents most forlorn,
Outside the church, ere Mass began,
One frosty Sunday morn.
The congregation stood about,
Coat-collars to the ears,
And talked of stock, and crops, and drought,
As it had done for years.
“It’s lookin’ crook,” said Daniel Croke;
“Bedad, it’s cruke, me lad,
For never since the banks went broke
Has seasons been so bad.”
“It’s dry, all right,” said young O’Neil,
With which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel
And chewed a piece of bark.
And so around the chorus ran
“It’s keepin’ dry, no doubt.”
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“Before the year is out.
“The crops are done; ye’ll have your work
To save one bag of grain;
From here way out to Back-o’-Bourke
They’re singin’ out for rain.
“They’re singin’ out for rain,” he said,
“And all the tanks are dry.”
The congregation scratched its head,
And gazed around the sky.
“There won’t be grass, in any case,
Enough to feed an ass;
There’s not a blade on Casey’s place
As I came down to Mass.”
“If rain don’t come this month,” said Dan,
And cleared his throat to speak–
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“If rain don’t come this week.”
A heavy silence seemed to steal
On all at this remark;
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed a piece of bark.
“We want a inch of rain, we do,”
O’Neil observed at last;
But Croke “maintained” we wanted two
To put the danger past.
“If we don’t get three inches, man,
Or four to break this drought,
We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“Before the year is out.”
In God’s good time down came the rain;
And all the afternoon
On iron roof and window-pane
It drummed a homely tune.
And through the night it pattered still,
And lightsome, gladsome elves
On dripping spout and window-sill
Kept talking to themselves.
It pelted, pelted all day long,
A-singing at its work,
Till every heart took up the song
Way out to Back-o’Bourke.
And every creek a banker ran,
And dams filled overtop;
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“If this rain doesn’t stop.”
And stop it did, in God’s good time;
And spring came in to fold
A mantle o’er the hills sublime
Of green and pink and gold.
And days went by on dancing feet,
With harvest-hopes immense,
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat
Nid-nodding o’er the fence.
And, oh, the smiles on every face,
As happy lad and lass
Through grass knee-deep on Casey’s place
Went riding down to Mass.
While round the church in clothes genteel
Discoursed the men of mark,
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed his piece of bark.
“There’ll be bush-fires for sure, me man,
There will, without a doubt;
We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“Before the year is out.”
John O’Brien
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Said_Hanrahan
Thanks. Tells about all there is to know about “climate”.
Come on Man, at least they didn’t spend a couple billion Aussie dollars on sea water distillation plants on projections like this.
I live on the NSW coast. I don’t want any more rain right now, thanks you !
The front nature strip has not had time to dry out since the last rain.
Its more like a soft wet gooey sponge at the moment.
The postie got bogged the other day !
+1, struggling with the lawnmower in the last few weeks, the grass is just not drying out.
I’ve been dealing with that problem all through the spring and summer here in central Indiana. Today I will finally get to mow for the first time in eight days. Dry all day and a high of 80 deg. F (27 deg. C) And 8 days of growing in these conditions means 4″+ high grass. And 4″+ high grass means slower mowing and leaving lines of cuttings which require the lawn sweeper to pick up since the way things are going the cuttings will just accumulate if I don’t get them up. So a job that during a typical summer takes 2 1/2 hour job has turned into a 5 hour job.
I live in Sydney. Bloody cold!
Maybe I could read an IPCC report and remind myself my experiences (mere “feelings”) do not indicate what is real and I’m actually very hot.
Maybe then I’ll feel warm, once I’ve convinced myself.
Hi Andy, thank you for the information about the rain. Here in the UK the only time they report about Australian weather is when you have a drought or bush fires, lovely picture opportunities for sad dead carcasses of livestock and flames devouring houses. Rain is not really news in the UK.
Mate, we have ALWAYS had drought and bush fires…
…. and rain and floods.
That is the historic AUSTRALIAN CLIMATE..
and it HASN’T CHANGED !!
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