rain traces

the storms have arrived

in this geography
as the summer wanes
we get storms

each night
on the news
the weather tracker
shows where there has been lightning

where it has started fire

where there is prospect
of rain

we have had some rain

on more than one occasion
there has been a downpour
a lovely tattoo
to fall asleep to

in the mornings
eucalyptus fills the air
as the trees release precious oils
like a celebration

but this is not a promise
it is only a play
brought by a fluke of timing
in the seasonal cycle

I will not believe
until the water rises
to lap at my feet

until the billabong
is more than a dry depression
so thirsty
it swallows this random rain
without a trace

© Frank Prem, 2006

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