I crave the howling gales battling my window pain
I dream of the burgundy leaves falling once again

I wish for the terrible rains their sound to send me to sleep
Autumn is fast approaching and I fall in love so deep

I adore the darkened mornings and even more the darker nights
I'll get excited for carving pumpkins and Halloween festive frights

And when the fun is over, by the log fire I will stay
With my favourite mug of hot cocoa, dreaming falls chilly nights away.

Dear Rain,
If you're listening I pray you send the storm, across the welsh seas.
Thunder so loud it deafens my cries at night, a howling winds so chilly it freezes my weak heart.
I hope the lightening is so bright that it blinds me to the memories of him, the clatter of the rain on my loft-space bedroom, my tears look pathetic and put to shame.
I hope you bring your clouds of grey to clash with my awful mood. And when the nights over, when this is all over,
I hope and I pray you bring that dazzling rainbow - and I find my *** of gold in the end.

Love,
Ria.

The rain taps violently against the glass which has been crying again all night
Tears stream down it's see through face until the morning light

As I sit here and look out watching droplets fall from each green leaf
I wonder why the heavens mourn who has given them so much grief?

For who could have such an effect to make even the heavens cry?
I think out loud to myself who is this person and why

Maybe the sky mourns the loss of a beautiful romance
Or perhaps the sky was too keen and made a quick advance

Perhaps it was the sun who was to shy and hide beneath a cloud
Or maybe the sun had other interests to the moon she was vowed

And so the heavens weep and weep for reasons I know not why
But I'll stay awake with the rain as it falls from the night sky.

Winter frosts fill the sky,
Summer and autumn have all flown by,
The trees left bare standing alone,
A child cold and tired starts to moan,

Icy lakes and cold crisp air,
Presents and wine ready to share,
Singing songs in the car,
Saying "don't worry its not too far",

The fire goes out in the place,
Winter stares us right in the face,
For dark and gloom is all we see,
Nothing warm apart from our tea,

The man in red and in white too,
Comes bearing gifts for me and you,
He places them carefully under the tree,
Little tots tucked up in bed waiting to see,

For Christmas is always the best time of year,
For love, and joy and being sincere.