You can’t make this shit up.
Our beloved Bureau of Meteorology (or the ‘wheel of fortune’ as I like to call it) is in raptures because an east coast low is bringing biblical rains, flooding, supercells and all kinds of nasty weather-porn to our shores.
Of course, you have to be careful typing ‘nasty weather-porn’ into the interwebs, because you never know what you’ll get.
Of course its Finnish.
The BOM’s ‘bomb cyclone’ has in fact added 16.9mm of rain to our Australian-native garden since midnight, so we’re not exactly stacking our whitegoods on the roof just yet.
I am of course 50km inland and out of harms’ way.
My hypothetical 120K swimming pool is not about to be consigned to the ocean by a king tide, so I can afford to be loquacious because I am not busy filling sandbags.
But my post isn’t about real (wealthy) people with real (first world) problems. It’s about the weather-porn phenomena that has people like my wife in a ecstatic tizz.
Because she, like all these other weirdos, gets off on bad weather.
I can’t explain it.
An army of weather reporters accoutred in safety-yellow Helly Hansen are bravely venturing onto the balcony of their motels to bring you updates on the biblical squall overwhelming NSW.
Truth? They want to see your immaculately maintained 2015 Toyota Corolla disappear down a storm drain. Sodden kittens in drainpipes? Ooooh yes please! We all love a wet pussy.
I doubt even the infamous Jimmy Deen could elicit a more favourable reaction from my wife than “Oh the garden had a nice soaking!”
Don’t worry Jimmy, it’s okay! Us Australians are alert but not alarmed. Typically, tomorrow’s news will be about how many Australians took advantage of the 15 metre waves to go surfing or disappeared while rock-fishing.
It’s just how we roll downunder.
So, with a significant percentage of the population actually enjoying this “droughts and flooding rains” bullshit, I think we’ll be fine. In fact I know we’ll be fine.
The last time we had bombogenesis off the coast of NSW I jumped on a plane and threaded the eye of the ‘bomb cyclone’ to hike the Overland Track which I wittily renamed the ‘Underwater Track’!
🙂
Take a trip down memory lane, won’t you, and relive a Kaisson classic here!
tl;dr
It’s just a bit of rain folks.