Autumn Comes

Autumn comes this year
fools the weatherman predicting three days of rain,
we get
the spoils of an indian summer
beneath the sliver of a new moon

the clouds are gathering
among the mountains they are tall and white and bulbous
basking in the setting suns darkest hues
of pink and deepest purple

to the north the clouds consume the entire sky
as the sun fades
every shade of grey blankets
everything below

"It's too hot outside,"
I heard him say.  This was before the rain.
It's always never good enough for some.
I guess we have our days.
Some feel the need to just complain, no matter if it rains.

We cannot change the weather
so like the sunshine
like the rain
no matter what you do some things you cannot change
so enjoy both in their respective seasons
they like you just the same.