Autumn

An autumn leaf i saw falling forever captured in my brain. While torrential rain was rushing down the gutter to the drain. The neon lights reflected by the soaking streets in town. Mother natures dress is changing from the emerald to the brown. A rush of warm airs pleasing from a shops half- open door. I wish this incessant rain would stop so the sun could shine once more. The autumn's early morning mist give way to steel grey days. Only occasionally brightened by the suns weak autumn rays. Mother natures trees are changing from the dressed unto the bare. Clad only with the early snows that had gently fallen there.