RAIN SONG
The leaves on the trees are like
        mountainous waves of an angry sea
As the strong wind lashes out at
        everything with ferocious glee,
How it whistles and howls and moans
        as it twists and bends about,
Sending the torrents of rain all ways,
        as it cruelly cuts and lashes out,

Low clouds hurry and scurry and
        race across the large faceless sky,
We all prayed for rain to come,
        prayed that it would not pass us by,
Well, it has come, so has the
        unpredictable wind so very strong,
If you listen to it closely, it seems to be
        singing it’s own rain song.

For three weeks or more without rain
         falling near us anywhere,
Hot and humid it has been, a rather
        pleasant summer everywhere.
Then comes holiday weekend,
        that’s when the rain comes down,
Although we need the moisture,
        the poor old campers nearly drown.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 30, 2002