From > Waiting for the Rain
I was visiting the Wimmera, an area just declared drought affected. So of course it rained.
I’d come to have a look at a town in crisis. A region on the edge, battered by drought and devastated by economic hardship. Locals doing anything to get by as they wait for rain to bring the savage drought to an end.
But to my untrained eye, the fields around Charlton look green and fertile, like massive billiard tables for the gods. And it rained when I went there. I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure rain and droughts don’t go together. That’s my drought story. Everybody’s got a drought story.