end of the year
its raining outside
the patter of the water droplets
hit the roof, the sweet sound
of autumn welcoming our city.
im sitting on my living room floor,
right next to the fire place
the lighting is dim, the main source
coming from the flames in front
of me. the room smells of apple cinnimon
as i refuse to purchase any other
candle scent.
when i look out of the window,
the sky is a soft gray
she isnt mad
she is simply expressing herself
by crying about how harsh
the summer had been to her.
the raindrops on the window
race eachother
as if who ever reached the window
pane first would be deamed
the winner. i mentally bet on each
raindrop i focused on.
i let my breathe fog the window
my cold finger draws a sad face
but i dont want it to be lonely
like its creator
so i add a happy face close by.
the sun begins her goodbye
promising the moon would replace her
to keep me company.