So this poem was inspired by my trip to Africa 2 years ago. My family and I went around Harmattan season. It is like winter for them but the weather doesn't get cold that it can snow. So welcome to my world!

Harmattan Harmattan, the weather so beautiful

Cold but warm what would I call that

Some might say its so and so some might say it

Lukewarm it didn't matter it really doesn't

At least your not in the hot burning sun Enjoy the Harmattan season