The knocking intensifies, urgent and soft.
Rain is a stranger,
drumming the door.
But my fingers that reach for the door knob
Are covered in soft-silk
dust, and dry gum leaves.
And I know you will wash them away.
Your green coat don’t fit
The bones of the valley,
Grey wash watercolour soddens the sky.
I want long summers
To hang washing in,
Give me my sunshine, give me my dry.
There’s never a break
In the clouds or lush grass,
Dark dreamy paddocks sigh in your reign
Catching my pockets,
Drenching my sheep,
And filling the beds when the river’s asleep.
I know I craved water,
I didn’t know what it meant,
Forfeit gold living, put your feet in the mud.
But glance t’wards
the mottled dark storm
Life symphony, the gentle drum joins the band,
Child’s play-dust gone,
It’s a kind bargain
Rain is a gentle monarch over the land
Lovely rain prompt from dVerse, mine is late! Hope you enjoy 😊
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night.
This was such a long time ago. I actually wrote this while I was driving, on the way home on the highway with my family. As I was driving, I couldn’t exactly write, so I memorized the whole thing somehow and wrote it down when we got home. I believe we were very close to home at the time otherwise this would have been lost into oblivion for all time.
Be all the blue you don’t want to see in the sky
That bitter note of sunshine rules the skies
Blow up the water tank the roos don’t mind the bangs
Leave the pieces laying on the dust
Silky dust wanting water and somehow I don’t care
Under the verandah the clouds are gathering
Could this be the end of all we’re hearing now
Or is this the only thing keeping us sane.
All I see of me is my shadow on the wall,
Walking down the hall thudding on worn carpet again.
Everything I write comes back to the word drought. It’s not the worst word once you get to know it.