The Rains

Hills and rivers, lakes and streams,

Brown dead land is what it seems.

When the seasons first rains come

And children jump in puddles for fun,

Then a slow, creeping blush fills the land

Making everything a bright green band.

The brown and yellow go to vibrant health,

This bright green blush takes over with stealth.

Creeping, creeping, carefully sneaking

Into the brown, green is leaking.

Not noticing at first,

The ground slaking it’s thirst.

Dark grey skies block out all light,

Heavy with rain, that is the sight.

Great suspense fills the atmosphere

Impatient for them to fill the weir.

With a bucket up ending the skies break open

Rain does fall, not straight, but slopin’.

The wind howls and bears it’s teeth

Attacking all, above or beneath,

It does fight with the rain

Until walking outside is pain.

After ripping up trees and overturning cars

The wind sits back and laughs and laughs.

When everything is just brown mush

The land is still green and lush.

The sun comes out and brightens the day,

And of course, the children go out to play.

But the family stays in the house,

To play with the dog, or shoo the mouse.

When the rains have left,

All is brown in the cleft.

They play and work and more,

For they remember this from before.

They watch and wait, without fear

Because the rains will be back, next year.


Yeah, twas raining all day today, and this captures the feel of spring, or rather, the first rains and winter, in Australia rather beautifully. I can't say anywheres else, since I've never been outside aus so...meh.