The sun glares down
The land is dry & baked
hot wind blows in my face
dead grass crackles
under our feet.
the sky is clear
not a cloud in sight
animals are dying
the sheep, the cattle
and the roos.
feed is short
water's running low.
the creek is dry
despair shows on our faces
In the distance
clouds are building
dark & black
heavy with rain
Drops came down
from the clouds
Wet, cold & hard
drenching us both.
Squealing with glee
we ran about
like headless chickens.
Finally, the drought has broke.
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� Sandy S 2003