It starts with a drop,

That’ all it takes,

the catalyst for a cataclysm,

a single drop of rain,

for once one drop has fallen,

torrents follow it,

never ending streams of water,

cascading from the sky,

relentless and unstoppable,

something that was once calming,

something that was once soothing,

becomes destructive,

it becomes deadly…

and yet through the clouds there lies light,

when people thought it was over,

when people thought all was lost,

there came a defiant cry,

“QUEENSLANDER!”

people lifted their heads from their hands,

to see the masses,

assembled at their doorstep,

the cry came again,

the light got brighter,

“QUEENSLANDER!”

everyone turned up to the ruins in support,

from builder to lawyer,

from sportsmen to physics teachers,

they rebuilt the wreckage,

piece by piece,

part by part,

victims of the water gained the support of a state,

they even gained the support of a nation,

the world looked on in awe,

at the help that was being given unconditionally,

at the light that was being shone on the darkness,

the word came this time not as a defiant yell,

but with a satisfied whisper,

“Queenslander”

This time,

the words themself were smiling,

and the world smiled with them