“The darkness, the rain, it’s pretty much the same, whether night or day, it is after all, Autumn and Fall“ Gun Roswell

Rain in Autumn

Nothing like the rain, on a very dark and cold day
The street lights, the only shining guide, on the way
Alas, I cannot inside, the warm home, for long stay
So, the only option, is to trot out and the weather slay

Running across the puddles, trying not too much to huddle
But the coldness still seeps through, even if I am full proof
With all the modern gear; with a coat, boots and a hat to wear
But then again, I don’t intend, out here too much time to spend

As I huff and puff my way quickly to the comfort of another house
And try not to think about how much of an total louse
The great and wide outdoors is, during this time of the year
I go back in my mind, to a much kinder time, with much cheer

Reality hits, in a form of a splash against my hips
A car passing by, must have thought never mind
As it hurried across the street, without much of a deep
Understanding of pedestrian code, rather going on strong

So, dripping wet, I hurry to the awaiting door
And I really wish, getting from A to B, wasn’t such a chore
But it is that time of the season, the circle never ending
Where sometimes, you need to wallow and end up spending

Time with the weather so completely and totally frustrating
Almost, almost, starting the fall, completely hating
Just to give that sense of summer and it appreciating
Deciding, that best bet is, simply staying inside, and it waiting
Is most likely, the best option I could ever, be making