Rain drops are falling, on this chilly autumn day.

The trees are green, but the skies are grey.

Leaves cover, the saturated ground.

While the rain is making, a beautiful sound.

My pets are depressed, and so they sleep.

They all hate the rain, but the sun they will keep.

We have a glowing fire, that keeps us warm inside.

But come the winter time, it's here we will hide.

My laptop lay before me, as I type away this poem.

Relaxing by the fire, there's no place like home.