Queensland...

Queensland...

Rain sweetly falling

Tenderly driven

Warmly received

Parched Bamboo leaves

Droop down

Though

Not in exhortation

Their long, slim, delicate shape

Akin to ladies fingers

Held, limply, out

Waiting to receive

A kiss

Allowing each drop

To trickle quickly down

To the ground

Where thirsty roots

Lie in wait

Grateful to receive

The sun soon dries

Standing water

And a morning’s rain

Would go to waste

Storm drains already full

To overflowing

Tumble

In a broken concrete jumble

To the sea

And yonder

Past the shrimper

The delineation

Of the horizon

Is somewhere hidden

In a misty haze

Of low cloud

Roiling under the weight

Of another greystone day

Of stolen English weather.