Who is this El Nino?

  

 

I hear talk about El Nino,

Pray tell me, who is he

That even in this month of November

Is causing me such misery?

 

Why, I can’t remember

A November that was so hot

For usually this is cooling down time

But we’re still in the pot.

 

I heard about his sister,

El Nino’s sister, I mean,

And it appears she isn’t nearly as bad;

El Nino is a scream!

 

Who is this El Nino?

I would truly like to know

And tell me who gives him the right

To torture me so.

 

Why is November so hot?

That is my question

And the answer comes, ask El Nino,

El Nino is the problem.

 

It’s not I’m not grateful

For a hurricane-less season

But they also say that for this occurrence

El Nino is the reason.

 

So, El Nino I thank you

That there were no storms

But cud-dear, as any Bajan would say,

It is definitely too warm.

 

You are sucking my life

And making me very languid

And I constantly reflect on my life

To find out what I did. 

 

 

 

Is this a consequence

Of something that man did?

I mean like messing with the weather

Or something real big?

 

Blame the fossil fuels

And the carbon dioxide,

The atmosphere is saturated, they say

And earth is getting fried. 

 

Tell me, is it really true

There is no end in sight

And that December could be as hot

Even in the night?

 

Tell me it’s my imagination

And not really true

Or at least tell me there’s something

That I can do.

 

Another month like this

Could take a man’s life

Especially if that man is up in years

Experiencing other strife.

 

I don’t need to spell it out

Seniors know what I mean

Especially those in the seventies or more

That can only dream.

 

I asked Ziggy this morning

What’s to be expected

And it was a temperature of 89 degrees

That Ziggy projected.

 

Please my dear El Nino

I am begging for some ease

Or at the very least cool down the heat

By sending some breeze.

 

Stewart Russell © November 8, 2026