Batten Down the Hatches

We've been having more of that wild weather again.  After what has seemed like weeks of sunshine the skies darkened, the heavens opened and we were thrust into the midst of what appeared to be an endless storm.  I don't know if it's living on the coast or if it's just something with Australian weather but things get really wild here.  The wind, the rain.  Nothing is done by half.  If it's going to rain then it will pour.  If the wind wants to blow then it will let you know about it.  I walked to the dentists in the rain and nearly got blown away in the process.  I've never seen the sky look so black.  The sea and the sky almost seemed to blur into one grey mass as threatening clouds swirled and mighty waves crashed.  It was the perfect setting for a creepy ocean inspired film.  Possibly something with crusty pirates or an ominous goat.  Spooky stuff.  Needless to say the balcony has been flooding again and I managed to nab the lid from the compost bin before it went flying out to sea.  The windows have been rattling, the plants have been swaying and rain has been hammering down.  And ever since those floods I can't help but get a bit edgy when we get this much rain.  I start looking at every puddle with suspicious eyes.  Are you really a puddle?  Or are you the beginning of a flood.  Paranoid?  Yes.  But sometimes it pays to be.  Be prepared for an ominous goat around every corner.  You just never know.