THE DAY THE RAIN CAME

Neath the ever changing patterns

Of the clouds upon the sky

Lays a land devoid of moisture

Which is burnt and brown and dry

It has seen the worst of summer

With the winds that blow and burn

And the cattle that have grazed it

Now it waits for winter's turn

Then the clouds begin to darken

And the sun has gone to hide

While the thunder peels a warning

As the rain comes like a tide

A tired and thirsty landscape

Taking on the torrent's rush

Soaking up the water's forces

With the grass and trees and brush

We see this dark brown landscape

Soaked by heavy drenching rain

Spring back to its full glory

With the greenness on the plain.