Harmattan

Harmattan is here again! The air is cold and dry Gone for the while is the rain The children are cold, hot and so they cry. Their parents themselves are on the brink Of frustration cos everywhere is covered in dust And scarcely available is water to drink Cos the wells are getting dry and they have to thrust And tug at the drawer to get the coloured solvent From the abnormally deeper well Which had been made so by no other agent But the harmattan dust that no one can tell! Harmattan is here but we are alive And kicking. As as in the years past, it we shall survive!