Water: Our Desiccated Planet

It’s raining today. Don’t ask me why, I just want it to continue. I live in Tasmania on two-hundred-acres of virgin bush. The wildlife frolic freely here, no hunters allowed, and even the vermin can make you smile, but the rain, the rain never came when the tanks were empty. It never came when the lake dried up. It never came when my mouth craved its cool wet intrusion. Yes, in Tasmania, the rain never came, but it is here today.

Water tanks supply water to my house, but one’s got a leak and instead of hydrating me, it flows freely down a steep hill catching in small swaled pools where Deer, Wallabies, Wombats, Kangaroos and yes, even Platypus, and an array of other wildlife, drink their fill. All manner of birds now live in trees taller than cityscapes, smaller than mountains, though not by much, around my house… read more by clicking this link.

Water: Our Desiccated Planet has been entered into a competition at Vocal. I also get 1-cent for every read. To read my entry please follow this link.

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