"Damn the teamsters, damn the track,
Damn Coolgardie, there and back,
Damn the goldfields, damn the weather,
Damn the bloody country altogether."

ANON, ANON - a Western Australian prospector's toast

"Why wait for the storm to pass when you can go and dance in the rain?"


"Wherever you go, no matter the weather, always bring your own sunshine."


"When your days are grey and gloomy those who love you the most will help you discover all the beautiful colours of the rainbow."


"The wind blows in a certain direction which I can't change but I can adjust my own sails to reach the destination that I am hoping for. "


"When there are clouds in our lives we should look in our hearts and we will find sunshine and warmth from the love we have there."


"Try to always keep a smile on your face and this will be the sunshine in your life that will make the shadows disappear. "

DAINERE, ANTHONEY 12 - You Have To Go Through A Storm To Get To A Rainbow

"When clouds finally clear, when pain eases just a little, when you see the first sparkling star at night, that is when hope has come and brought a rainbow into your life. "

DAINERE, ANTHONEY 12 - You Have To Go Through A Storm To Get To A Rainbow

"And sees beyond the fire, when trees are bare,
Intention, naked, in the leafless air."


"Have you forgotten us?
We have not done any wrong.
There is nothing growing here,
it is all dust.
Everything is drying out;
when are you going to send rain?
Have you forgotten us?
If someone has done wrong to you,
it is not us."

JIMMY, BARKER - Muruwari Rain Song

"It was humbling to see how ferocious our environment could still be, how powerless we could be against its force despite all our knowledge and technology. It is in the face of such devastation, such heartbreaking loss of life, such destruction of homes and livelihoods, that character is most strongly tested."

LARISSA, BEHRENDT - on the natural disasters and flooding that affected Queensland and other parts of Australia

"There's a bright spot in every dark cloud."


"This weather may break our hearts but it will not break our will."


"I hope and pray that mother nature is leaving us alone to get on with the job of cleaning up and recovering from this event. "


"But the bush hath moods and changes,
as the seasons rise and fall,
And the men who know the bush-land
- they are loyal through it all."

THE, BULLETIN - 23 July 1892, In Defence of the Bush

"The hot wind, born amid the burning sand of the interior of the vast Australian continent, sweeps over the scorched and cracking plains, to lick up their streams and wither herbage in its path, until it meets the waters of the great south bay; but in its passage across the straits it is reft of its fire, and sinks, exhausted with its journey, at the feet of the terraced slopes of Launceston."


"With alternate shower and shine, the spring goes on her gusty way, and summer lazily woos the land. "


"The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall. "


"Waves are fascinating, the way they are created by wind far out at sea and groomed by different winds as they come closer to shore. We surfers ride the very last part of the wave's life before it crashes and disappears, never to be seen again."


"Surfers are in tune with the weather because if there's a storm coming, there are waves coming. I love the rain."


"The garden talks to me . This is my passion, where my creative energies come alive. Amidst the forest of native plants, grasses, herbs, spring bulbs, brilliant deciduous autumn trees, orchids and roses are emerging in pots and across archways. The garden is ever changing, just like the weather and me. I walk in it, sit in it, marvel at it and drink it in. I dream of what I can do, then I make it happen, bit by bit. And then I walk, sit, marvel and drink it in some more."

CHRISTINE, LISTER - The Hidden Journey

"Spring is here once more. The colour of the sky is beautiful - pale blues and greens, silvery in intensity. The first splashes of colour are apricot and cream. The apricot is expanding and deepening, a warning of things to come.
Deeper, stronger blues and purples have replaced the beautiful silvery colours, different but still beautiful. Dawn colours delight, often surprise. I love watching them."

CHRISTINE, LISTER - The Hidden Journey

"Spring is here. Outside is a glorious blue sky. Sunshine streams though the trees and into our window seat. Sprays of golden wattle burst from the trees. The garden is sighing, sated after the recent rain. Birds are everywhere. The shade houses are filled with orchids in spike. Beautiful orchids fill the house. It is the season of hope and new beginnings."

CHRISTINE, LISTER - The Hidden Journey

"There's a touch of blue sky out there and wind - a cold wet winter's day is in the making. The snowy river wattles are laden with blossom. It won't be too long and the yellow will burst out. So too will the bulbs. Hopes for spring, for the future will burst forth, in a blaze of colour."

CHRISTINE, LISTER - The Hidden Journey

"I love a sunburnt country, a land of sweeping plains,
Of rugged mountain ranges, of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror - the wide brown land for me!"


"The rains come and in less than a week we have new life."


"The love I have for our wildlife is so great, it fills my world. After Black Saturday I saw a world that was black and white, void of animals and humans. What I missed most was the love and life of living with the wildlife. Each day I think of the ones gone and there is a deep hole in my heart. I did not miss the humans or the sounds they make, I missed the animals the sounds of peace and love that came from them. Such beauty and harmony with nature, only animals can be that smart. "


"The western summer is ruled by the wind. Here the wind is a despot. It rushes off the land before dawn, ploughing out into the sea, full of wheat dust and pollen, crashing at the curtains and rattling every loose sheet of tin, warm and unrelenting. It heats up with the coming of day, an allergenic blast that scorches flat everything in its path."

TIM, WINTON - A Coastal Memoir