Autumn

The rain came slowly; a cold drizzle drawing a wall of clouds behind like an executive, high heels clacking against marble floors, her collection of assistants flurrying around behind, trying to keep up. When they fell, the drops were chill against the ground, descending until the roads were slick and the grass moist, water just beginning to make its way into the ground beneath. Then, its task accomplished, the rain moved on, leaving the befuddled clouds behind. Unsure what to do without the rain, the clouds dispursed slowly as night fell, mourners reluctantly leaving a funeral, dubious about their future.

The morning after dawned bright, but it was clear that change had occured; that in the darkness Autumn had quietly nudged Summer off the love seat, settling in comfortably and taken Winter by the hand, drawing coldness in beside her, to wait for the leaves to finish turning and fall, nestling in the tall grass, to wait for the snow.

(Copyright 2009, Tesi, the Barefoot Author)