THE COMING OF THE RAIN
Gathered by the oppressive heat
Heavy clouds darken all beneath
But thunder and lightning proclaim
A new season of growth in the rain.
The wide wind and deepening stream
Race from the mountain to bring
The message in a more intimate way,
The coming of the rain to the plains.
The trees raise their arms to the sky
And dance in a movement so spright.
The bushes raise and blend their voices
With the trees in song and laughter.
The wind sweeps away the fallen leaves
And fans the spark on the stubbly field.
The flames leap and whet the thirst
Of the earth so eager for the water thrusts.
15 June 1978