The smell of the earth before the rain,
Somehow always dazzles my brain.
The little drops which fall on earth,
Seem to be so rare in the city of Perth.
Across the sky, I see the flash,
The sound is worse than that of a whiplash.
The sound of the thunder is so loud,
That my eyes turn away from the dark cloud
The trees sway like the crazy hatter,
The drops fall on the roof pittar patter
The grass gets wet with the rainy water,
just lik the fur of the sea otter
I hear the sound of the rain,
And see the water trickling down the window pane.
I sit on my window and look at the world outside,
The earth after the rain looks like the evening bride.