rain can be elusive in the outback
thunderstorms roll in from the ocean
love the drama of the thunder cracks
and light flashes yet they often pass over

not sharing their load
feel miffed to be left dry
wondering oh why …
but when eventually

those drops do fall
they wash all clean
the air smells fresh
all looks more green

but we need a lot
to absorb the dust
as some evaporates
mid air, so unfair

so when we get a downpour
many will dance with joy
letting it refresh our soul
knowing that animals

land and nature needs it
shame it doesn’t come
more frequently but then
it might not be so appreciated

d’Verse, rain, Sarah
I loved the monsoons in northern India, maybe this is why ..