Rain in the Outback
A sign of new life
Beyond the bone-white bed of the salt lake, the sky began to darken. The wind rushed before the storm, whipping through mulga and myall, and flattening saltbush and low-growing turpentine. Then the gunmetal clouds swept in from the west.
The downpour lasted only a few minutes, but it was enough to send us scurrying across the sand to shelter in the LandCruiser. No one had…