Heavy, grey clouds
Then Boom and Crash
The explosion is loud
Like when fast cars smash.

The sound of the rain
Pitter, Patter, Pour
Drops loud on the window pane,
It whooshes through the front door.

The rain is liquid gold
It makes the farmer smile
He was just about to fold,
Because it hadn’t rained for a while.

The farmers land will become green,
Like Lush, Irish clover
The farm now looks clean,
The drought is now over.