An Afternoon In January

In the warmth of the afternoon from the high trees
The cawing of the crows is carrying in the breeze
The weather is sunny and breezy and warm and dry
Without even one gray cloud in the blue sky

Of the birds who does sing every day of the year
The flutes of the magpies so pleasant to hear
Territorial in their ways of them one can say
On their breeding Season often heard at night and they sing every day

Not one sign of rain in the cloud free sky
From weeks of sun and wind the countryside brown and dry
The creeks flowing at a trickle and bone dry every drain
And the farmers of late have been hoping for rain

But in the far southern Land  as most would be aware
Any rainfall in January to say the least rare
But in the early twenty first century in the age of Climate Change
Worldwide the weather at times known to act rather strange

A weather forecast high for the day of close to thirty degrees
And the cawing of the crows is carrying in the breeze
Many farmers of late have been hoping for rain
But with such sunny dry weather not all do complain.