rain...rain...rain...

I see the lightning,
but where is the roar?
It can sometimes be oh so frightening,
but only a drop it can produce little more.

The wind keeps blowing strong,
straight to my face,
and the gum nuts keep falling,
to settle in their place.

But I rain I never hear,
and hope is lost once more,
of nature's pain perhaps ceasing,
and of grass filling the store.
-David Sprague