It’s raining again and I’ve gone all nostalgic and sentimental.


(More than usual.)


I lie in bed, smiling, listening to the pot, pot, pot on the roof tiles.


It’s comforting and helps send me to sleep.


In the morning, puddles in the driveway.


On the way to work, rain drops run down the train window like crooked map lines.


From the crowded aisle, I crane my neck and look down on Merri Creek as we come into Rushall Station. If it’s flowing, there’s been a good drop overnight.


Traffic jammed forever inbound on the Eastern.


I obsess over the BOM, keep an eye on the radar – 56kms, 128 and 256 to see if it’s raining in Warrnambool. 512Km composite for what’s coming in from SA.


Seams of red and yellow fronts divide and go around Melbourne, delivering dumps on Geelong and the Mornington Peninsula.


I’m thinking of doing one of those online weather courses.


Everything’s turned green. Nature strips, lawns, even the little playground opposite Eloise’s school, usually a depressing dusty square of brown whirly-twirlies.


Footy ovals have muddy centres. Cars lined up around the fence getting stuck, spinning tyres.


Socks down, jumpers out, suburban footballers try to jump brown patches, only to end up face down.


AFL players in torrential rain at the G or Adelaide Oval, rarely see these conditions, use their dry weather skills.


I can still hear my junior coaches.


Keep ya feet!


Take it on the chest!


And Dad.


Kick the bloody thing!


Fronts rolling through Port Fairy, Killarney, over Thunder Point.


Buckets of hot water on the ground during training for us to dip freezing hands into. Fingers threatening to break off.


We didn’t care.


Steam lifting off the back of jumpers.


Rain so hard, you couldn’t see the goals at the other end.


Hot showers wash the mud off boots.


Scratch matches after school in the back yard with Paddy McGinness and the Marris boys. School trousers caked in mud. Muddier the better.


Darkness falls early over the Morrissey’s fence.


Inside for The Goodies and Kenny Everett’s Naughty Bits.




Put those clothes in the wash! How many times do I have to tell you?



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  1. E.regnans says


    Thank you.

  2. Chris Daley says

    I know EXACTLY what you mean!

  3. There is something comforting about rain falling

  4. I love this Andrew. And not just because weather fascinates me. It’s beautifully penned – and, like Chris, I relate to it very strongly. Where there is water there is life. Thanks yet again Andrew.

    PS. The sound of tyres on wet roads is another one for me.

  5. John Butler says

    Starkers, you would have loved some of the ovals up this way on Saturday.

    Mud from boundary line to boundary line.

    Lovely piece.

  6. Going to the footy on a wet day somehow makes me feel part of the game. Like my effort to get there and sit through the discomfort makes me worthy – part of the team – not just a spectator. Rugged up in the cocoon of myself.
    Nailed it Starks.

  7. Rulebook says

    Superb Starkers nailed it yep muddy grounds real footy

  8. DBalassone says

    Love it Starks.

  9. Andrew, why do people refer to rain falling? – I’ve never seen rain rising. And another thing, it always amazes me that few players wear long sleeved jackets in the rain. Surely it’s easier to mark the ball then. I know I’m being pedantic again – I can’t help it.

    Keep on writing your interesting articles Andrew

  10. Phillip Dimitriadis says

    ‘Steam lifting off the back of jumpers’. Love it Starkers.
    Has Rhyce inspired you ?

  11. Fantastic Andrew. Great imagery.

    Speaking of weather it’s gonna be around 19/20 degrees here over the next few days. Way too warm for July. Scares the bejesus out of me.

  12. Luke Reynolds says

    Beautiful Andrew.

    Happy you wrote about the rain and not the North game from the weekend.

  13. Rick Kane says

    Terrific stuff AS and agree with every other comment posted.

    Amidst so many sparkling lines triggering long ago, almost forgotten memories is this treat:

    “I’m thinking of doing one of those online weather courses.” Oh yeah, nodding as I read.

    Between Bassendean Oval and the Swan River (not too far from where the Helena meets the Swan) there was a footy ground that we played on in the 70s, through our Unders years. It was a right old mud heap. Always mush but with a week of rain the ground was almost a tributary into the Swan. The ball became waterlogged just looking at the conditions. Yes, you brought back that memory!

    And as far as song lyrics go, you can’t go past His Bobness for nailing a feeling while being all enigmatic at the same time:

    Nobody feels any pain
    Tonight as I stand inside the rain


  14. Andrew Starkie says

    On the train, just passed through Stoneyford Enroute to the ‘bool. Lush, green, reassuring paddocks. Dams full, lazy water everywhere. We’re heading into weather.

  15. Andrew Starkie says

    An old fella stands on the platform at Camperdown. He’s been watching the trains forever.

  16. Andrew Starkie says

    Warrnambool hidden by mist and rain.

  17. Rick Kane says

    I had a little sweet spot for the rain
    For the rain and skies of grey

  18. DBalassone says

    Everybody is making love
    or else expecting rain

  19. DBalassone says

    And I was standin’ on the side of the road
    Rain fallin’ on my shoes

  20. Damian Balassone says

    And I’m back in the rain, oh, oh
    And you are on dry land

  21. DBalassone says

    When it’s over so they say
    It’ll rain a sunny day

  22. DBalassone says

    Listen now to the wind, babe
    Listen now to the rain

  23. Rick Kane says

    I only wanted to see you
    Laughing in the purple rain

  24. Rick Kane says

    And son I’m just sorry there’s no legacy for you now
    Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow

  25. Rick Kane says

    Now that it’s raining more than ever
    Know that we still have each other
    You can stand under my umbrella
    You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh

  26. DBalassone says

    I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
    Walking through the streets of SoHo in the rain

  27. John Butler says

    I met a young woman whose body was burning
    I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
    I met one man who was wounded in love
    I met another man who was wounded with hatred
    And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
    It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

  28. Andrew Starkie says

    Every Irish song ever written.

    Pouring now in the bool. Hope it gets to Melbourne. Let me know.

  29. Colin Ritchie says

    Still the rain kept pourin’, Fallin’ on my ears.
    And I wonder, Still I wonder Who’ll stop the rain.

  30. It’s bloody freezing here in Adelaide. A gale force wind is demolishing rooves off houses, a caravan has been demolished and the rain is belting down with flood warnings in place. Meanwhile, over in good old Pommie Land, the cricket is in doubt as rain is again expected (when is it not over there)

    I wonder how many babies will be conceived over here tonight?

  31. Rick Kane says

    An’ the rain came down
    It’ll wash you away an’ there ain’t never enough

  32. PS With tomorrow expected to continue on being as rough as guts, the Port Noarlunga jetty (provided it’s still standing) will be chock a block with anglers, braving the elements, to catch salmon. Dressed in their waterproofs, they continue to fish even through hail. Years ago, when I was fit, I would have been one of them.

    Those were the days when I actually longed for big storms with westerlies howling straight down the jetty and bursts of torrential rain (fortunately they would last for only about 5 minutes before the wind blew the clouds away until the next round)

  33. Andrew Starkie says

    37mm overnight in dad’s gauge.

  34. DBalassone says

    I still can remember the way that you smiled
    On the fifth day of May in the drizzlin’ rain

  35. Rick Kane says

    Last one, I promise AS but surely this needs to be included!

    The cattle string out along the fences,
    The wind from the south races by,
    And the limbs from the old gums are fallen,
    When the rain tumbles down in July.

  36. Andrew Starkie says

    Last one. Best ever:

    Singing in the rain
    just singing in the rain
    What a glorious feeling
    I’m happy again.

  37. If and when Heather wants to go to the supermarket she’ll have to sing
    “Rain drops keep falling on my head”

    It looks like its set in for a while

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