RAIN, RAIN, RAIN Storm clouds gathered and we could see The signs of approaching rain, We held our breath – could this be The end of the Farmer’s pain? A few small drops gave the clue That soon it may be flowing If this could last it may mean The crops could soon be growing. When I woke from a troubled sleep I could hear the rushing tide, The splashing of water in puddles, Brought joy I could not hide. A deluge for us of soaking rain And puddles for children to play, It had been so long since we had rain, We shall remember this day. I took my umbrella and went for a walk, And could almost hear the sigh Of struggling trees and dusty shrubs, Showing relief as I passed by. © Linda J. VaughanMay 2007 Written after the driest summer on record here in South Australia The Pages of Avalon
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