A beautiful poem.
A gentle rain, sweet, almost silent, falls softly on foggy windows,
like the tears of all the worlds broken hearts.
A mist, never-ending, blankets the landscape in a warm, dark nothingness.
The fog blinds you of the distance, isolates you from the world around you.
A slight chill hangs in the air, cool crisp and dry,
penetrates your clothes and bites your skin.
The wind carries Autumns brown leaves in a fiery dance of orange, yellow and gold.
A Fantail sings peacefully in the rain from a leafless oak tree.
The young girl clutches the last rose of the season and smiles at the winter wonderland that is so beautiful through the eyes of lovers.