When the Autumn rain comes we are never prepared enough. Summer dulls our senses and leaves us forgetful of the next season's unforgiving wet chill. Too quickly our bodies all learn to sleep through the midday heatwaves, to ignore the melting mailboxes and to spritz ourselves with sunscreen ever five minutes on the dot.
When the Autumn rain comes our drains are always clogged with dust and overflow beyond salvaging. Roads are closed, firetrucks desperately try to pump the water into the rivers and lowland apartment towers are evacuated in favour of the highland community centres who have been stockpiling supplies all year just in case.
When the Autumn rain goes we are thankful that we may see the sky again instead of black clouds. Some of us claim we have already forgotten what the sun looks like while certain burned others are just grateful for the chance to recover. Summer has no mercy, nor does Autumn in its own way.
When the Autumn rain goes we are left with the bitter winds of winter. Those few hellish weeks where the two seasons merge leave us to be pelted with sharp shards of ice that clog the drains further but do not melt away. Pathways become ice-rinks that only allow pedestrians to slide into oncoming traffic, roads become slaloms of broken down cars, emergency vehicles and police tape.
When the Autumn rain comes our drains are always clogged with dust and overflow beyond salvaging. Roads are closed, firetrucks desperately try to pump the water into the rivers and lowland apartment towers are evacuated in favour of the highland community centres who have been stockpiling supplies all year just in case.
When the Autumn rain goes we are thankful that we may see the sky again instead of black clouds. Some of us claim we have already forgotten what the sun looks like while certain burned others are just grateful for the chance to recover. Summer has no mercy, nor does Autumn in its own way.
When the Autumn rain goes we are left with the bitter winds of winter. Those few hellish weeks where the two seasons merge leave us to be pelted with sharp shards of ice that clog the drains further but do not melt away. Pathways become ice-rinks that only allow pedestrians to slide into oncoming traffic, roads become slaloms of broken down cars, emergency vehicles and police tape.
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