Dry season, go away.

Rain rain go away is no more a song.
Often we sang it in primary. When we had plenty of frequent pours.
Go away was the song when we saw the rain cloud accumulate in the space.

Right now the space is empty. There is no cloud.
That land is dry. The roads are dry. Oh it feels bad. It's so hot.

Am not in a poem.
Am talking about the season in uganda
Dry season go away.