I hear the rainbird singing as I hear the soft rain fall,
And my heart is singing too as I listen to its call,
For it’s months, and maybe years ago, the last time that I heard That sweet sound. Crows had frightened every other bird. Then, when rain came back again, first the magpies came. Then the rainbow lorikeets flew in with the rain.
Up under my gutter water flooded a dove’s nest.
Now surely the drought’s over. Rain falls on green grass,