The Blue sky greys above the tree tops,
Shades off black and daunting,
The pre-rain aroma ‘tis yet to fill the air,
With Gidgee’s wreak ever so revolting.
The box trees leaves soon change their hue,
To a green contrasting boldly the darkness of the sky,
Stillness when paired with warmer humidity,
Join Mother Nature’s warning a storm is nigh.
Creatures of all kinds seek their favourite spots,
With a style near of electrifying grace and haste,
‘Till thunder starts to grumble through the air,
All knowing there’s soon a storm to face.
Though a summer storm brings welcomed rain,
They’re polar contrasts to winter’s style so peaceful,
They possess effects challenging enough to be a pain,
Including chain lightning, flooding and destruction creating situations for all eventful.
For when hail and droplets heavy hide the bushland that surrounds,
One knows there’ll be nothing but mud for days upon the ground,
Yet once it does dry the outback blooms now with replenishment abounds,
Attracting birdlife and creatures moved along from where ‘tis still dry,
Thus filling fresh rinsed air with all their grateful sweet sounds!
The Poetic Life 2.0 