It rained for days, so hard and so heavy it washed everything away.
It washed away the drought and the top soil.
It washed away river banks, pulling over river gums, turning bird nests into small boats, till they became water logged and sodden and pulled into the muddy maelstrom.
Cattle moved to higher ground were they stood waiting for lakes to recede to dams.
It crept between my jacket and my shirt, a drip turning quickly into a trickle.
I felt disappointment fall away, saturated and spent. I saw it drift down river with guilt and anxiety. Funny how strange you feel without the usual heavy heart.
I was liberated by a torrent of water.
Now I step lightly through the puddles, with a tingle all the way down into my fingertips.
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