We’d had to stay inside for days
The rain kept falling so many ways.
Light, then heavy, then not at all.
Finally, Dad made the call.

‘Let’s go and get in some supplies
We need more posts of every size.’
We grabbed the ute and off we went
Hoping the rain would relent.

It didn’t, so I stayed in the cab.
The only one getting wet was Dad.
The phone went unexpectedly,
A neighbour wanted to speak to me.

‘I’m at the post shop,’ I relayed.
She said, ‘I’ve a parcel I need weighed.’
‘That would be to no avail,
This post shop is for posts and rail!’

‘I heard the sound of thump, thump, thump
The first one even made me jump.’
‘Yes, we’re ramming posts for a new fence.
Ramming posts makes much more sense.’

‘Now we can get through so much more.
It is no longer such a chore.
Men used to dig with blistered hands
And backs that stretched like rubber bands.’

When we got home the rain had cleared
Dad was so pleased he almost cheered.
Straight away he headed out
To start to bring a fence about.

One thing the rain had done for Dad
Was soften up the ground a tad.
The conditions now were just right.
The work changed from heavy to light.