Being on tank water means you don’t mind when the rain sweeps across the country, saturating everything in sight,

and even though it’s summer holidays when most people are looking for the sun, you just laugh because you can hear the water gurgling into the tank, and the sound is music to your ears,

 because it’s just a small tank, and with up to six people here over Christmas, the water level was going down pretty fast, and you were starting to save slops for the garden and restrict your showers,

 but now as constant rain drenches the hills and sweeps up the valley, it’s time for delicious rain-water showers once more, which soften the skin and hair,

and to rejoice in the greenness all around as the trees drink happily,

 the carrots stand up straight again,

and the newly planted capsicums are looking lively, knowing that although they were planted rather late, they have waxing moon energy on their side as well as rain-saturated soil,
and you know the rhythm of being close to nature, taking nothing for granted, and giving thanks for the generous gift from the skies. When you are on tank water.