And the weather provides another poetry prompt.

Variability 

Thunderstorm activity nearby
The little dog paces
Such worry in his face. 

Wrapping his lead around all
Moving back and forth 
Panting as though he’s run a mile. 

Rain falls not far away
Beyond the nearby ranges
But none of that here. 

The weather so variable 
In this very dry country
Rarely any certainty. 

A harsh place for those on the land
Not surprising that they diversify 
Part of their place becomes a campsite. 

Holiday makers from the city 
Enjoying the bush and the wildlife 
Amongst the huge old gums. 

Then the rain makes it here
The petrichor surrounds us
All breathe a sigh of relief. 

Brian Matthews 1-3-24