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.