It Is Raining. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

It is the dry season here
Yet raining green so strong
Verdant and perfumed
Giving life to it all
Gentle rain from a soft sky
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Some cry unhappiness
Some moan for that cancelled
A few miss a few dollars
The police are wet road busy
With speeders and spin outs
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A little distance out west
Problems are bigger
There has not been a drop
For years and longer
It is dust and desperation
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He cradles his children
On the verandah
Looking at what
was once better and then
Sighs through dusty lips
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A tear floats down onto the head
Of a child entwined in his arms
Eyes search the dead paddocks
His breathing is heavy
It better get better God…soon.