The Gloom Of October

Autumnal Gloom Sorrowful October, rain hangs in the air to mean to fall a murky joker without a sense of humour, I don`t care whether it rains or not, it is just the persistent greyness makes my beard white, my hand's thin so many rivers look like Bangladesh overrun by the stateless. People born in October tend to be mournful, with the sudden outburst of ire. Intemperate, I blame the weather, vengefully jealous of others success, it is not the October`s child`s fault; it had two choices winter or summer, but was pushed into late autumn, forsaken by god and man. The rain didn`t fall, blew westerly and the afternoon sun was helpful.