Crazy Victorian Spring and Rhythm of the Falling Rain

This morning I have to pull out my winter woollies. The plummeted weather is the result of a cold Antarctic blast that arrive overnight bringing snow to the Victorian Alpine, Dandenong Ranges and Ballarat where the temperature dropped to 2º C. While we are battling the cold snap, my neighbour state, New South Wales are battling blazes and bushfire warning has been issued for southern Queensland.

With the sudden cold snap, I wonder whether my chillies plants and my curry plants (I transplanted some anak anak 2 to 3 weeks ago) will survive.

At the moment as I write, I see dark clouds on my right side and sunshine on the left side and 4mm diameter hail stones in front of the office. Look like more heavy rainfall is on the way.

We are currently on water rationing Stage 2 and the rain has bought some relief. My dirty car is washed, courtesy of the Almighty and plants in the garden are sighing with relief. But I am sure there will be some whining especially those who are taking public transport.

Oops, the sun has just disappeared and the sky is all dark. Rain is here with a vengeance.

It is time to go and listen to the rhythm of the falling rain.

Rhythm of the Falling Rain

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,
Telling me just what a fool I've been.
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain,
And let me be alone again.

Now the only girl I've ever loved has gone away.
Looking for a brand new start!
But little does she know that when she left that day.
Along with her she took my heart.

Rain, please tell me, now does that seem fair
For her to steal my heart away when she don't care
I can't love another, when my heart's somewhere far away.

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,
Telling me just what a fool I've been.
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain,
And let me be alone again.

Interlude

Rain, won't you tell her that I love her so
Please ask the sun to set her heart aglow
Rain in her heart and let the love we know start to grow.

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,
Telling me just what a fool I've been.
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain,
And let me be alone again.

Oh listen to the falling rain
Pitter patter pitter patter, Oh
Listen, listen to the falling rain
Pitter patter pitter patter, Oh
Listen, listen to the falling rain
Pitter patter pitter patter