When it rains in cairns it’s beautiful.
But the real beauty is after the shower has been. When it does I walk out of my house to hear nothing but the chirps of birds. The cairns people are quiet and the only sign of human life is the occasional passing car. I see the birds flying around stretching their wings. The mountains look so lush because of the trees that make their green covering have soaked up the water and look revived. In fact all the plants look a new. I stand there and the gentle playful wind from the now cool air flows through my hair and as it does the aroma of my surroundings follow. The air is so clean and somehow fresh. The dirt and the tree’s, the grass. It’s almost as if the air has captured cairns natural essence and somehow caught all of the good things and the bad goes away. I glance around again and take in another breathe, and I can’t help but think, I’m home.