I’m swimmin’ in the rain, just swimmin’ in the rain
What a glorious feeling I’m happy again
I’m laughing at clouds so dark above
The sun’s in my heart and I’m ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase everyone from the place
Come on with the rain, I’ve a smile on my face
I’ll walk down the lane with a happy refrain
And swimmin’ just swimmin’ in the rain
Wonga in the wet is pretty glorious I have to say. A constant 34 degrees in the daytime with a ‘chilly’ overnight low of 27. What’s not to like about that?
Our first week in Wonga was apparently somewhat of an aberration for December with scorching sunshine and not a cloud in the sky, which of course resulted in major sunburn and a suitably red Rudolph nose for me. This week, however, is back to more normal conditions for this time of the year. Partly cloudy, with the chance of a torrential downpour – and when I say downpour, I mean shedloads – so heavy that you can’t see in front of you. Imagine my panic when driving up to the Daintree River one day when the heavens suddenly unloaded with such an enormous force of water that the road disappeared in front of me, rendering me blind driving (at the time) at 80 km/h. There was nowhere to pull over, nowhere to stop – just slow down, flash lights and hope for the best. The most amazing thing though was that the deluge lasted all of 5 minutes before we emerged into blazing sunshine. That’s how localised the rain here is. You can be reading a book in the front of the house facing the ocean in sunshine, whilst a rain shower is hitting the pool at the back. During the night the rain is so heavy, thunderous and sudden that it sounds like a 747 is landing on the roof. It’s glorious.
Swimmin’ in the rain has to be one of life’s greatest pleasures. But not in the Ocean of course….that’s off limits, what with the deadly stingers and lurking Crocs.