Imagine for a moment; you’re standing on the veranda,
Of a beautiful Queenslander Style home,
Surrounded by an abundance of blue toned gum trees…
The humidity of the day has made their eucalypt smell,
Intensely fill the air ~ though not as bad as the not far away gidgees…
In a moment the sky swiftly darkens to shades off deep charcoal grey,
Whilst the dust filled wind roars through the leaves,
You take shelter in the most secure part of the house,
As the sky seems to literally open up with heavy rain,
You can’t see the trees, for this style of storm can only douse.
The raindrops landing on the roof are near deafening,
Yet the distant lightning’s thunder still grumbles overhead,
And one can still hear the ping of the hail when it starts,
Thus one can only hope that amongst the wind and hail,
That ‘tis only water to be what this downpour imparts…
Presently you notice the rain eases then stops,
Near as abruptly as it began it’s now calm,
Venturing out there's minimal debris but the yard’s inundated,
Though this much water shall bring the rain lillys up,
Thus for now bowing to mother natures prowess ’tis fated.
The Poetic Life 2.0 