: Weather :

Can you believe the weather in here?
Too quickly did Warmth
Run for the door,
Leaving its shoes behind.
And Humidity fled
Through the window,
Its sweat still like
Dew on the sill.
And now, silently,
But with heavy footsteps
That we feel rather than hear,
A dry rain takes its place on the couch
Between the two of us.
Cold spreads itself
Lazily about,
Steals food from the pantry,
Sleeps in our bed,
Wakes in our hearts.