grey sheets of rain descend from grey grey sky
grey sheets of rain grey sheets of rain continuous
grey grey everywhere grey grey wet wet continuous
grey grey everywhere grey grey sky grey streets
where has lost sun sunshine too long gone fled
nature wet dripping nature too hard rain raining
water is but liquid sunshine when day raining
water is but dark water when nighttime raining
in time will stop stop stop endless rain raining
We are waiting waiting for the rain rain rain to come wetting wetting wetting hope not drought drown brown town we frown
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Yes Deluke, it is hard waiting for the rain in the dry, we always have a surplus here, especially in the wet. I think the country here manages to often waste 98% of the water unused. This will have to change, the luxury surplus with climate change and a few cities expanding beyond present capacity, means changes need to occur, but we are inflicted with a Jacinda, talk talk can't actually build anything except debt government.