Rain after drought

The rain tickles the tin roof as it softly falls to the ground,

The rain looks like starlight as it trickles down the trees onto the hay and through the breeze.

Returning after a long  holiday.

The trees welcoming the rain back home, the smell of the fresh rain herds the animals towards the cold water.

Pitter pater, the gold water falls on the metal roof.

Rippling the babbling brook, rain softly falls.

I feel the rain falling on my fur, a sensation I have missed.

Softly falls the rain.

Finally, the animals can all coexist.

Finally, the rain is back, never ending dust turned to lush green forests.

The myth busted as I am not sick, drenched in the wetness of the rain, I have never felt better.

Welcome home rain, come and stay these sensations must never go away.

The rain continues even as the sun melts away.

This precious rain revitalises my home.

The eucalyptus  feeds me and my family now, finally we have been nourished.

The cows that are left are let free to roam.