The rain starts to beat down on the windows again.
You'd begun to forget what it sounded like, it had been so long.
All the leaves are turning brown and the garden is bereft of the colours it used to sport.
You'd spent so much time planting your flowers try to make something in your life beautiful.
Everyone is bringing out their woolly jumpers again to protect themselves from the bitter coldness.
You'd never managed to tan your milky skin the natural way anyway.
Autumn is coming.
And Autumn leads to Winter.
You'd never liked Winter.
It reminded you of me.
It reminds me of you too.