The late September rain is falling hard
On solemn ground. The leaves are rusted reds
And golds and browns. They're scattered around
The ponds and groves. They seem to signal woe.
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Yes the unforgiving monsoon season has most definitely damned Dominic. Stark wet, cold and always bleak... welcome to Wales! A neat and most expressive quatrain but like life, things change Dominic and for the better. For every poet's favourite season will be here in the blink of an eye. Spring. Glorious Spring! Five stars, take care and thanks for sharing.