Village boy Impressions

Where are the showers?  Where is the dew,  That should be greening the fields?  The rains should be here A good month since or more.  Why is it not raining?  We should be looking forward to the harvest already, or turning the soft loamy earth, planting seeds, and tending the shoots. Instead, we are trapped in this  rainlessness, this heat, and lifeless brown.      Where is the new grass? that should be returning the cows,  to health and freshness? Delighting the sheep and the goats? It is no longer lateness when the fields  are brown in June. It is not a lateness of the rains,  When the stream is dry in August  It is the fightback, The revolt of an ailing Earth.  The rainmaker is sick; exhausted from our plunder, and our exploitation, from all our g nawing, burning, breaking,  pumping, dumping… From all of our greed. From all of our poison!  Droughts where once were floods Floods where once were droughts Dead trees, Dead rivers, Dead elephants, Dead donkeys, Dead butterflies and soon,

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 August? Sandema August 13, 2020