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  my first clear memorie of rain was the christmas that I was four. It was the first time I had met my father.He was very handsom, even at my young age I could recognize that.I thought he must have looked like god.He came into our house like a big gush of wind, presents braced under is arms, but at the sight of me he dropped them all on the floor and bunndled me up into a warm embrace planting a kiss on my cheek. This is one of the best memories I own.

  walking out the door I realised i had forgotten my coat, but there was no way I was going back just yet. My mother had always been horrible to me, she had never atually abused me but her words were thrown like daggers into my heart, and those looks, she could strip me down emotionaly with her murky brown eyes. What she had just said was nothing by comparison but some how it had struck deeper today it had hit another chord.

  I loved to walk; I would walk for hours a day, we lived on an old run down farm. The homestead was a discrace, the front porch was collapsing after being a feeding site the termites had enjoyed for years, the tin roof was rusting terribly as well, slowly being consumed by the rain and sun.I wasn't intereasted in the homestead though, I loved the paddocks. We had seven paddocks in all and a small orchid. My favourite paddock was Huddson's, it is on the weastern edge of the property, the southern boundry clearly visiable thanks to dead mans creek that flowed continously, proudly marking the end of our property. The paddocks and orchid where my domain.

  Reaching huddson's paddock I walk along the edge of the creek, taking my shoes off to feel the icy water consume my feet.I always enjoyed listening to the gurgerling hickups of the creek it's like a melody of a story.when i reached the bend in dead man's that headed toward the north I would walk in the opposite direction along a worn animal track coming to stop at the orchid.The orchid was my sanctuary, I dont even think my mother knows about it.The orchid bloomed with apple, orange,lemon,peach,and cumquote trees the fusion of fragrances delightful to the senses.AFter harvesting a selection of fruit for my breakfast I just sat enjoying the persona the orchid had to offer, the rain gradually getting heavier.

  After leaving the freshly heavy air and sweet fragrence of the rippening and rotting fruit I headed back toward the house.Still at least one kilometer away somethimg caught my eye. The beaten up holden ute was gone, this didnt make sense.And then i saw it...