There's a bright red sky this morning, the yachties gave us warning of maybe just a chance of a little rain.
Up goes the anchor and out goes the heady, they'll be back soon to prop the bar up once again.
The green slime on the gable end climbs higher day by day.
Every yard is a quagmire, since the gutters overflowed.
Sideways goes the ute on the off ramp at the roundabout,
we've gone from squashing toads to dodging potholes on the roads.
A blue flannelled Dad with a big black brolly
Stands knee deep with his phone out on record,
And the floodwater hurries past
To the drains and to the creek
Where it gurgles and it tumbles and it roars
And out there in the creek mouth, the mud crabs are frothing
Busily examining every single offering
That the rains have so kindly brought
By Helier Mason