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Weeps the sky at Wipipipee  Far Farina's folk are dippy  With sheer joy, while Ballarat  ''Shouts and flings aloft its hat.                 Thirsty Thackaringa yells; '' Taltabooka gladly tells  Of a season wet and windy;  Men rejoice on Murrindindie;  Kalioota's ceased complaining;  For it's raining—raining—raining!

Because a poor bush parson prayed an altruistic prayer, Rich with unselfish fellow-love that Heaven counted rare And yet, mayhap, because one night a meteor was hurled Across the everlasting blue, the luck was with our world. On the wilds of Winininnie  Cattle low and horses whinny,  ''Frolicking with sheer delight.                 From Beltana to The Bight, '' In the Malice's sun-scorched towns, In the sheds on Darling Downs,  In the huts at Yudnapinna,  Tents on Tidnacoordininna,  To the sky all heads are craning— For it's raining—raining—raining!