The Coming Of The Rain Poem by Gert Strydom

In the early spring the signs are everywhere
before the rain comes after the winter
and the birds twitter and frolic around
while thousands of ants swarm on the ground
when the first flashes appear over the horizon
and here and there the sun disappear behind clouds
when the rain lilies suddenly open to flower
and for moments all of nature is astounded

as the rain brings new life to the dried out earth
and of her coming
all of the animals bear a kind of knowledge
and in the wild the wildebeest and zebras gather
where they tipple and gambol and turn skew
as they open there noses to the wind
to try and find the first signs of the rain
as the coming of the rain is sure
and joy is everywhere in the veldt and wilderness

and the grains of sand jumps up
when the first drops of rain does fall,
when the thunder explodes blue-white much nearer
and you can smell the joy of the wet earth
and even some of the wild flowers are blooming
and it’s as if everything is holding their breath
before a rainbow hangs high in the blue
and God smiles over the earth and the universe
and the rain pours down over the meadow and the dale.