During the last weeks of the 1995 summer season we experienced a six week drought. Everything was tinder dry and the fire danger level in the forest was very high. The local fire officials were quite concerned and you could see them glance expectantly at the sky and just shake their heads. When the rains finally came everyone was visibly relieved. My reaction was this happy little poem!
Drought Bustin !
a drought-bustin rain sings of
joyous cascades and twinkling wetness
six weeks dry and the madman of the sea
"enough and tootoo dry"
all to delirious prayersongs from
firepeople and hinkydinky
Gareth Crispell (c) September 17 1995