The Thunder Cracks In The Gray Sky

The thunder cracks in the gray sky and the rain it is bucketing down Above the high and dry and bare paddocks by the river that flows by the town On those paddocks that need heaps of rain it has been awhile since they were green This countryside is looking dry 'tis as dry as it ever has been His feathers soaked wet from the rain the magpie flutes on the blackwood tree From it's drenched leaves the rain drips and drips by the river that flows to the sea To the river adown the bare hill the water in rivulets run As soon as the rain will have stopped they will quickly dry out in the sun The Summer has been warm and dry and the long range weather forecast is for a dry Fall An hour of heavy thunder rain of little use though better than nothing at all For months the farmers have been praying for rain their prayers in part answered today But the sun shines across the brown hills and the rain clouds are clearing away And the magpie shakes his feathers dry and no rain drops left to drip from the trees And white butterflies flitting about in the sunshine and feshening breeze.