In the far off hidden ranges where two mountain gullies meet,
A spring with crystal clear water trickles quietly at their feet,
It wends itís way quite merrily as it starts itís journey down
To the plains that stretch below it to a river Murray town.
As it passes through the foot hills other streamlets join itís course
And the stream becomes a creek-bed filled up from mountain source,
It is gentle in itís passing until thunder grumbles overhead
And an angry flash of lightning across the rugged ranges spread.
Then after months of waiting great rain clouds start to build
And the farmers are all hoping to see their water storage filled,
The thunderís voice grows louder with claps of noise thatís frightening
And darkened shady gullys are lit by every flash of lightning.
At first the rain drops softly to the thunderís sweet refrain
Then as an avalanche unending, falls that pelting pouring rain,
It rushes on its downhill flight through every small depression,
It fills the streams and bends the boughs with only one obsession.
The streams quite quickly turn to creeks then on to the raging river,
While stock turn their backs to pelting rain and in desperation shiver,
The roaring torrent in crazy haste puts the whole landscape in motion
Enormous logs and crashing trees are swept headlong to the ocean.
The water from the riverís flood has filled up every hidden hollow,
Waterfowl find pastures new as the creeks and swamps they follow,
Black duck and teal soon make their nests among the lignum thickets
And as the evening spreads itís spell you hear a cacophony of crickets.
The wetlands once again revive from that life restoring rain,
Mirrored in the back ground music of the bullfrogís glad refrain,
Along the peaceful riverbanks stand each gaunt armed gum aghast,
Watching over placid landscapes as river waters gently pass.
Lindsay P Wilson