Rainsong

The evening brings the sounds of night;
The chirping of the cricket,
A hum of tiny wings in flight,
And owls down in the thicket.
And coming from the fields beyond,
Just on the edge of hearing,
The songs of frogs down in the pond
That say the rain is nearing.

The cricket chirps unceasingly,
Indifferent to the song,
For rain is just a memory.
The draught has been so long.
An owl begins a mating call.
The bats remain in flight.
And creeping things continue all
Their business in the night.

Then flickers in the distant sky
Reveal a cloudy wall.
The world will see that frogs don't lie,
As rain begins to fall.