a storm is brewing
over Bakers Creek
the sound of the thunder
is less than meek
streaks of lightning
have hit the tall gum trees
and scattered
the small native bush bees
grim grey tones
have replaced the sunlight
the tempest is ensuing
with all its might
out of the full clouds
the rain now generously falls
rolling thunder echoes
through the Western wind squalls
on the bare hillsides
the dampness soaks in
giving the soil
a good drench to the skin
the dusty track
is laden with wetness
which leaves a smell
of sweet earthiness
the storm has past
and quietness descends
it is making its way
across the Clerkness wends
then it shall travel
along the Eastern range pines
until it resounds
over the acqua blue coastline
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
a storm is brewing
over Bakers Creek
the sound of the thunder
is less than meek
streaks of lightning
have hit the tall gum trees
and scattered
the small native bush bees
grim grey tones
have replaced the sunlight
the tempest is ensuing
with all its might
out of the full clouds
the rain now generously falls
rolling thunder echoes
through the Western wind squalls
on the bare hillsides
the dampness soaks in
giving the soil
a good drench to the skin
the dusty track
is laden with wetness
which leaves a smell
of sweet earthiness
the storm has past
and quietness descends
it is making its way
across the Clerkness wends
then it shall travel
along the Eastern range pines
until it resounds
over the acqua blue coastline
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