Because The Crag was Near
 
I was happy when the long   Awaited rain started pouring.   But the soft shower soon matured   Into a strong fearful storm.   I saw the roofs ripped apart by the   Horrendous winds that blew.   Like a Gazelle in search of water   I run in search of the Crag   Read:  Village Boy Impressions - Hustler in Accra     Glad I was to see the sunshine.   Before long the warm friendly planet   Had grown into a sulfur furnace.   Soon enough the burning heat set   My frock on fiery, fatal, flames.   Turning my flesh into roast beef   I rent my clothes in fright   And flew in search of the Crag Read Here:  Village Boy Impressions - Televised News in Ghana       Then I saw the kinsman’s hut   That seemed so hale and hearty.   I was weak but I knocked and kicked   Until the door seemed to open.   But where was the headman?   He was gone, gone, never to return.   Strange eyes stared ferociously at me   So I sped in search of the Crag  Have you read:  Village Boy Impression...