The good and the bad

When we were young
I can remember
those big old rain clouds

Those big dark stormy clouds rolling in
and the wind blowing
the sound of thunder and lightning

The sound of rain on a tin roof
the smell of a Gidgee tree
before the rain comes

But

It’s gone, no more rain
those big old rain clouds gone
no grass, no rain on a tin roof
and no smell of those Gidgee tree.
It’s all gone

It’s now just dust
instead of a muddy road
it is just dust

When people see rain clouds they may say
there is no rain in that

So we wait
wait for the rain
wait for the bust to go
the smell of the those Gidgee tree
and those big old stormy colds

To come back