The storm crier

The kookaburra was right,

Three days ago in the noon of the day,

Its clear and true laugh

Told of the coming storm.

Despite people saying

It was only an old wife's tale

The storm came powerful

And lasting

With lightning still lacerating the sky

And thunder threatening

Five hours after it started.

Oh! The sheer pleasure of the fresh deep scented air

Coming thru the open windows,

Ballooning the sheer curtains.

The fracas of the rain,

From the hammering on the roof

To the cascading waters in the vertical gutter,

Its splashing on the wet and overflowing courtyard,

Oh the pleasures of a good storm bringing 
Our sighting of our first frog

Waking up from the deep dry.

L. Bailliet©
24/01/2013