“Even when you’re feeling warm
the temperature could drop away.
Like four seasons in one day.”
Four Seasons In One Day, Crowded House.
I know this is a fairly common complaint about Melbourne. But, really, the weather here is just f*cked.
It rains all the goddamn time.
We’ve been here for five weeks now, and I’m fairly sure I can count the number of days it hasn’t rained on one hand.
Sydney has, on average, a higher yearly rainfall of Melbourne. But it rains for more days of the year here than in New South Wales.
The difference, I’m discovering, is that when it rains in Sydney, it rains. It pours down, sets in, and may not leave again for a week.
While in Melbourne, it showers lightly. But often. So, so often.
Case in point– if you happen to be eating outside in Sydney, and it begins to rain, you pack up shop and move inside. Quickly. Because it is raining.
In Melbourne, no one moves when the rain starts. Everyone stares blankly at the sky for half a second, then resumes their conversation. Because, guaranteed, the rain will stop in two minutes time and your table will be dry again in five.
It’s certainly taking some getting used to. I drop the kids off at school wearing a beanie and a scarf. It’s not unusual to pick them up that afternoon wearing a short sleeved t–shirt.
I’m learning to wear lots of layers, in order to be prepared for any and every weather possibility. I’m also learning to take an umbrella with me wherever I go. No wonder every one here carries such huge bloody handbags.
I just need to work on my adaptive flexibility, and not let it mess with my mental health. Just because it’s raining and cold and horrible now, doesn’t mean it will be that way in half an hour.