clouds of pink hue
are in the late eve sky
which is a sure sign
that rain won't be nigh

the parched ground
is as dry as can be
without a much needed
dampening spree

low on water reserves
are the dams bores and creeks
this has been the picture
for many long weeks

would seem a moistening
isn't on the way
paddocks of despairing
endlessly display

depressing is the outlook
for those on the land
farms not blessed by the sound
of a wetting band

thunder and lightning
span the heavens above
yet their is little promise
of drops in their gloves

on the skies we keep vigil
for an inundation
which shall bring to
our hearts much elation

the bush pastures are
all in dire straights
would be good to have
an opening of flood gates