mikey

In octobers soft and cool air

Leaves fall down without a care

Orange and red cover the ground

Yet the summer is not to be found

A cold breeze begins to blow

The feeling of the warm breeze

As the trees begin to die

And the red bleeds into the sky

As the icebergs melt and cry

The skies that were blue

It rained for a couple of days two months ago so I went driving around for a while just to see the flooding. I noticed that most of the roads were in rough condition or just unsafe.