It is raining. I had forgotten what it sounded like. To hear rain all night long. Umbrellas and raincoats had to be found, and fished out of long forgotten cupboards. The smell is the probably the best thing. The smell of a clean world. Washed and rinsed and refreshed like all our spirits. Bega today, at school and down the street, was a smiling place. Everyone swapping stories of how much rain they'd had and how they'd watched their tanks over flowing and their dams filling and their creeks flowing.