Storm

Fall had come, and close to its end, it approached. The air became brisk, with winter awaiting in the future, and as a girl wandered down the sidewalk, autumn's old skin shifted through the air above her maple hair.

I am Rush. 

Nothing is worth my

‘No time.’

So hurry now to

Catch my 

Running storyline.

Take my hand, 

And let your other hold on to a kite that is a

Shooting Star.

The harvest moon will rise above us,

as we fly,