Marvellous Rain

He sits on the stoop,
His mouth a grin
With a pipe in his hand,
Which wheezes out smoke
For years the cattle has been thin
The crops scarcest in the land
But now, there’s hope
The dark clouds shout out
“The end of the drought, the end of the drought!”
Unhappily, the sky
Looks down, and gives a sigh
Which shakes the trees
For now the sky sees
The pain…the suffering
Tears roll down
Its foggy cheeks
The land receives
The relief it seeks
“Rejoice!” shout the leaves
The sky gives a moan,
And thunder cracks
The ground has never known
Such a wonder