After the Rain
Drops of rain fall on my face
wild white flowers, just like lace.
Underneath the dripping tree
lizards lurk, their eyes on me.
In the puddles, black leaves float
the gum-nut people have lost their boat.
As I wander in the bush
everything is green and lush.
Julie Thorndyke
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This is simple, but so beautifully written. Thank you.