Waiting for the rain to come

Just a quick one that I wrote while waiting for the storms to come.

Been listen’ng to the ABC,
They tell me it’s gonna rain,
I’ll come in heavy tonight,
Then tomorrow arvo again:

When I search the sky to prove ‘em right,
Well, it’s clear & brighter,
Just the odd wind cloud,
Ghostly in the moonlight:
The ants don’t seem to be mov’in much,
There’s plenty of birds still about,
Their bright predictions I’m starting to doubt!:

We’re told with computers & modeling,
They know just where these phantom storms are hovering,
Let you know just what you’ll get & where,
All the latest info from the weather Gods they’ll share:

I get my hopes up & batten down,
But, yet again, I’m let down,
My optimism now darkened by a frown:

There’s only one true way,
To know the coming of the rain,
You smell the perfume across a Gidgee plain!

My old boss told me in my early days:

” Don’t fret about the weather lad,
The way to know the rains about,
T’is when it’s hitting on your bleedin’ hat,
Then t’is raining
No bloody doubt ‘bout that! “