Here you will find the Poem The Frog Pool of poet James Devaney
Week after week it shrank and shrank as the fierce drought fiend drank and drank, till on the bone-dry bed revealed the mud peeled; but now tonight is steamy-warm, heavy with hint of thunderstorm. And hark! hark! hoarse and harsh the throaty croak of the frogs in the marsh: "Wake! wake! awake! awake! The drought break!" but no, that chorus seems to me more a primeval harmony. The thunder booms, the floods flow blended with deeper din below, and every time the skies crash the swamps flash! and the whole place will be tonight a pandemonium of delight.