Harmattan Is Here

As cold dry wind blows all over, Skins get cracked like hole with no cover, Several white faces move sluggishly, Harmattan is here. Throats request for soothing water, Babies need warmth which is better, Flu and cough mingle constantly, Harmattan is here. Whistling wind that makes cherries blossom, With falling leaves which is now a custom, Sweaters and coats appear colorfully, Harmattan is here. Vaseline and menthol high in supply, Poor visibility ,pilots have to comply, Coffee ,tea and wine become friendly , Harmattan is here. Jeez! ,my throat and nostrils are dry, Night is cold ,dawn cozy ,I can,t cry, For this weather comes once yearly, Harmattan is surely here.