Each Thunder Shower Is Welcome - Poem by Francis Duggan
The rain come down in torrents and thunder's in the sky
And the rufous whistler whistles in the small wood nearby
'Twould seem loud noise in his tiny heart release his gift of song
But I am not a Naturalist and I may have that wrong.
The warm winds of December blow down from Archies Creek
And thunder showers in the forecast for the rest of the week
The rain is always welcome at this time of the year
Since always in the Summer drought and bush fires we fear.
The hills around Wonthaggi have seldom looked so green
And the flattened grass by the creek in the coastal paddocks tell where the floods have been
The farmers have a brief rest from cutting and baling hay
In the coastal lands of South West Gippsland a fortnight from Christmas day.
Those old hills of Archies Creek above Wonthaggi Town
At present may look quite green but soon enough they may look brown
And each thunder shower is welcome despite what the farmer say
Since next week will be warm and dry and he can bale more hay.
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