It is most bizarre that since June, the rain is following me. Let me give you a few examples.

During the winter break at Uni, it was all wet and grey and raining at the Gold Coast, so I booked a flight to Cairns, into the warm, tropical north, I thought, where it was the dry (!) season. Expected weather at that time of the year: Sunshine and blue skies.

The day I leave, suddenly it is sunny and beautiful at the Gold Coast and it starts raining in Cairns. In the dry season. And it basically rained for the whole two weeks I was there, while the Goldie hat sunny, warm, and dry winter days.

The day I leave Cairns, of course, the sun comes back to Cairns, and the rain and grey returns with me to the Gold Coast.

Now, since then, it more or less did not stop having lots and lots and lots of rain in Brisbane. There is flooding everywhere, and since August, I can remember only less than a handful of weekends where there was no rain. The dams are full, already bursting before the wet season really started, and there is lots and lots of more rain coming. “Drenched Queensland readies for more rain“, it says in the news.

I fear I might have upset the balance of the climate even further, as in Tasmania and down in the South it was snowing, just before Christmas. Which means for Australia, it was snowing in SUMMER.

And the story goes on. Yesterday, I leave Brisbane to go to Sydney. I arrive there in the evening, and during the landing of the plane a thunderstorm is forming, and the rain and the lightning is so heavy that they couldn’t even get the baggage from the plain and I had to wait for half an hour for that, until the worst was over.

Still raining, and myself dripping wet, I check into the hostel. And what does the guy behind the counter say?

“Oh, it was beautiful and hot and sunny all day today, just until it started raining in the evening.”

I should definitely travel to Uluru and make it rain in the desert.