I miss the thunder and lightening
rumbling and flashing across the sky-
the smell of wet soil-
as it summons us to toil
in the wet brown mud.

I miss the savannah acacias
browning in the spring-
the cicadas serenading the air-
as they welcome with flair
the impending wet summer ahead.

I miss the laughter of children
running bare-footed to school-
mucus drooling down cracked cheeks-
as they shiver like wet chicks
preparing for the long future ahead.

I long for that swig from the 'scud'
wetting dry lips at the growthpoint-
the brew for anecdotes and jokes-
as we come together with local folks
in our battered neighbourhood.

But most of all I miss you and
your smile and tender kiss-
that which is full of bliss-
as we went about our chores
fending for our offsprings.