Wet Season Has Come - Poem by Alison Smith
At last the rain drenches the dusty land
Turning this parched land into a lake of dreams
Again the great rivers flow
Soon green will replace the brown
Though the drenching was a little fast
The rivers burst through the sides
Floods now replace the dry landscape
Now the land is drowned
Extremes are but a part of this land down under
For many years the land stressed from lack of rain
Now an overabundance falls in a day
Nature can be cruel in so many ways.
But still in the winter we can have some fun
For this year at least the snows have come.
Again we will enjoy the cold
Huddle close about the fire
For again the wet season has come
And the brown lands will again be green
Children will again feel the drops
And play in the puddles with glee.
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