Ground as dry as dust in Melbourne the dirt actually repelling any water, grass like straw, bush fires unstoppable in parts of the state. Struggling to remember when it last rained here, I see trees with leaves that have withered and burnt. My mother has twice seen a fox drinking at her fish pond, desperate for water. Last week, we had teasing storm clouds gather and a beautiful rainbow. A few heavy pitter patter drops fell on our roof and then nothing. But then finally, the skies opened and down came 45 millimetres of rain accompanied by flashes of lightning and booms of thunder. The next day something smelt different, I finally worked out it was the smell of the grateful soaked earth.