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DROUGHT 

Yes i've wandered cross the country
where the Roo's can die of thirst
and the rivers often dry up
and the ground cracks like a curse
where you watch the storms a coming
but they don't bring bloody rain
the wind has treetops humming
left to scratch yer head again
Oh the years they pass so slowly
without the hiss of rain
though you listen to the tin roof
will it ever rain again?
a Willy Willy passes through 
about 100 yards across
sheets of iron in the twister too
just our roof says the boss
2 years of drought and the rain it comes
and buckets down for days
fills up all the empty drums
in this grey and murky haze
oh the rivers coming down old mate
get the stock to the higher ground
they'll drown in the bottom paddock, great!
put em on the sand hill clown!
now flood does bring mosquito
in the millions they'll be found
and the sand flies eat the eyes out of the chooks...fowls
upon the ground
so we light the smoke fires in the hope 
some smoke can help a beast 
for the horses are a trotting 
while the mossies have their feast
Mulga bush was thick out there (13% protein stock food)
Back in the long ago
Useless fellows bulldozed out
And the topsoil off did flow
And the stock do die in thousands 
Where the Mulga tree did grow
Their bones do bleach on bare red soil
Where there aint no grass to mow
Don Johnson
Too much water lately, a lot of the trees gone in Indonesia 
Maybe the monsoon came south?

For P.D.s Rain contest

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