Can you imagine how the wind sounds rushing round the bend
Just as though it’s crashing into crystal waves at the end
Don’t you love the pelting beat as the droplets hit the ground
Mid the crushing band of gusts, winds that echo and resound ?
All the noises nature makes with her choral of display
Leaving remnants on the ground, puddles in which children play.
Thus the season slithers by leaving us with quite a mess
But a treasure gladly found, it’s been fun we must confess !
Claire V. Bogdanos 