Here is a poem by an Aussie bush legend, a favourite of mine & one I think of often in these hot dry conditions.

The Weather Prophet by A.B "Banjo" Paterson

"'Ow can it rain," the old man said,  "with thngs the way they are?
You've got to learn off ant and bee, and jackass and galah;
And no man never saw it rain, for fifty years at least,
Not when the blessed parakeets are flyin' to the east!"

The weeks went by, the squatter wrote to tell his bank the news.
"It's still as dry as dust," he said, "I'm feeding all the ewes;
The overdraft would sink a ship, but make your mind at rest,
It's all right now, the parakeets are flyin' to the west".

Isla - Having an Aussie bush bath in the beautiful Karri tree forrest.
Will - This kid just loves four wheel driving, the dirtier the better in his eyes.

* This is part 5 of 52 weeks of portraits that I’m doing along with Jodie. She inspired me with her beautiful images in 2012 to join in this year. You can find out more about the project here.