a lovely sound
After three ridiculously hot days, the storm has finally broken. We have every window in the house open, and I am sitting here in the cool, refreshing air, listening to the lovely sound of Aussie rain.
It sounds different here. Rain, I mean.
You see, we have this thing called corrugated iron, which makes up a rather large percentage of the roofs in this country. If you're standing anywhere near any kind of building, you are standing somewhere where you will hear rain falling on corrugation, every time it rains. It's a lovely sound. And not one I got to hear last year.
Tourism websites might talk up the landscapes and the marsupials, but my vote for Best Part of Australia is the sound of the storms.
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It sounds different here. Rain, I mean.
You see, we have this thing called corrugated iron, which makes up a rather large percentage of the roofs in this country. If you're standing anywhere near any kind of building, you are standing somewhere where you will hear rain falling on corrugation, every time it rains. It's a lovely sound. And not one I got to hear last year.
Tourism websites might talk up the landscapes and the marsupials, but my vote for Best Part of Australia is the sound of the storms.
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