Dust in August
When I was younger, I was warned August comes with rain Persistent pitter-pattering drops Described I know not why as cats and dogs When I was younger, I saw rain in August The vale shining like tin roofing sheets in the sun And Abelikpien singing a mouth-full chorus When I was younger, I danced in the pattering rain with naked feet Heedless of Mama's caution Only dreading Daddy's whip Village Boy Impressions - The Seasons at Home When I was younger, I loved to lie awake during the August downpour To hear the vibrating rhythm of the rain On the tin roof over my head When I was younger, I saw the walls come tumbling in August Walked dank and dicey paths And plunged into the brim-full stream Village Boy Impressions - The Mighty Abelikpien Now I am older, There is no rain, no tumbling walls No singing streams, no flooded vales Only scorching sun and withering crops What can have happened to Aug...