Fragrant Quote for April 14th, 2012- The Australian journal: a weekly record of literature, science ..., Volume 1

The Australian journal: a weekly record of literature, science ..., Volume 1

Meantime a strange unnatural silence had gathered around, the sky had lost its brilliancy of blue, and the hot sun shot forth his fierce quivering rays upon the parched earth with still greater intensity. The cattle lay under the shade of the gums and ironbarks, with their tongues lolling out for lack of water, the birds sheltered in the wattles, and nature, hushed, seemed waiting for some startling display of her power. It was the calm before the storm, for far away to the southward, the mountain tops began to grow of a still darker purple, whilst over the sky, in that direction, spread a reddish kind of gloom, like the reflection of a fire; this was followed by a greyish mist, and then came quickly up over the hill large masses of heavy black clouds. The old lady suddenly looked up. "Rain at last," she said, "come in my dear, this is the thunder gust." But the girl had never seen so magnificent a display of nature's artillery before, and asked to be allowed to sit beneath the wide verandah and watch the storm. The old lady went in and left her alone. The black cloud rolled on, preceded by a sudden puff of wind which lifted the dried leaves scattered round the house, and then left a silence and a stillness deeper than before. Then came two or three heavy drops of pattering rain, and as the cloud overspread the house, the deluge broke forth in all its grandeur; the winds roared and surged in fierce gusts from all points of the compass, the rain poured down in sheets, the blue lightening darted vividly to and fro, and heard above all the battering and banging of the elements, the loud thunder bellowed like the discharge of thousands of cannon. For an hour or more this lasted, then suddenly as it had commenced, the rain ceased, the clouds rolled far away to the northward, the bright sun broke out again, and the water that rushed by from the hills in a thousand yellow runnels flashed and glistened in its light. The fresh perfume rose from the distant bush and from the gladdened earth, the cattle lowed with delight in their damp pastures, the sleep bleated on the plains, the birds sang joyfully as they shook the drops from their wings, and nature brightened and gladdened once more, praised the good God for the south wind.