Glossy-black cockatoo

I am the coming rain.

  The symbol of rain coming again.

      My feathers fluttering through the settled sky,

         Keeping my wings way up high.

             Eyes as keen as a dingo's prey,

                 Saving its dinner for later in the day.

             With wings as soft as the cloud,

         I'm making my family proud.

    I am the coming rain,

the symbol of hope coming again.