Rain Poem by keith brown

It'sraining in the east where the mountains meet the sea
From Sydney down too Bega it's looking pretty green
When you go overthe mountain Across that great divide
It' hot dry and dusty down on the other side

The rivers stoppedflowing the grass has turned to dust
The ghost gums dropping limbs and the soils turned to rust
The tumble weeds are roaming free across the dried out plain
We really do need some of that Eastern seaboard rain

We only get the clouds the mountain back has broken
And if it deems to rain at all, a sprinkles natures token
We need the gentle rain that falls from morn till night
Then maybe things will turn to green in the following sun lite

The live stock will all fatten and the market start to hum
If only the longed for rain at last would start to come
Then we could plant and harvest as we have done in the past
And the back of this god forsaken drought we will see the last

But nature keeps on turning as seasons come and go
And when the next rain will come we never really know
So we do the best with what we've got, as for the rain we pray
As we toil beneath the burning sun in the good old Australian way