General rain has fallen in all States of the Commonwealth that need it.
"Gosh!" cries the farmer, "Gosh! Oh, Gosh!" A whole vast continent awash For miles on countless glistening miles Peers thro' the pelting rain and smiles A glad smile, gleaming in the wet The drought has broken and we're set! "We're set!" the farmer cries. "We're set!" Nor shall we willingly forget The gloomy days of grim suspense, The pressing urge to hoard our pence While fear of what might yet befall Made niggard misers of us all. Saving to meet a rainy day In many a clammy country may Be sage advice where winter's curse Makes fierce demands upon the purse, But here the downpour wins high praise, And rainy days are spending days. "Loosen your purse!" the traders cry And millions tumbling from the sky Cheer once again glad men who know Light hearts with heavy purses go, And heavy purses surely loom Ahead to bring surcease from gloom. "Gosh!" cries the farmer, "Gosh! Oh, Gosh!" Down country lanes the cattle slosh That once were dust: and dawning green Already comes to paint the scene. Hearts shall have hope; men shall have bread, Earth smiles; and living things are fed.
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