Sunday afternoon
And the rain is coming down
The paddocks turning green
Washed away the droughted brown
I'm relaxing on the couch
Blessings reviewing in the head
As I'm filling in the hours
Before it's time for bed
The dog is smelling better
Having rolled in who knows what
And if that be my biggest worry
Then I have a happy lot
The trauma of the past
Has worked out to a life most fine
Those who caused the trouble
Are near no place of mine
The world may be going strange
With lunatics exerting powers
But it only reminds me how fortunate
To have this little home of ours
And still the rain is falling
But the fire is glowing warm
And tomorrow the sun will shine
After this little rainy storm
Best of all there are friends
Who are but one click away
Blessed be the internet
And gone the snail mail day
