Howling tempest tearing through the savannah
Thirsty traveler harbinger of drought
Swift guest arriving without notice
Sandy gale devourer of moisture
Sucking all in your path young and old ageing in your trail
Who knows the paths of the wind?
Who may fathom her ways in the wilderness?
Here today gone tomorrow her days like the seasons of man
Wrapped up like mummies men hide from your onslaught
Noses eyes ears and head bandaged in wooly cloth
Docking in their shelters wishing for rains
Whistling trees and singing roofs reecho your chilly presence
No hiding from your presence
On the hills you reign as kings
In the valley you hold sway
In the byways you have beaten a path
In the highways you have no terminals
Pass quickly howling tempest
