Dear Mr Storm,
I'm happy that you came,
Fall wouldn't be the same without you.
She's been waiting for days.

She washed out the plain green,
Off of the treetops
Then carefully painted the leaves
Glorious gold, radiant red and bronzed brown.

She invited Fog,
He mopped the skies silvery gray
Decorated the hills with white lace
And shrouded the city in his cloak

She dimmed Sun,
So Dusk could come earlier,
And Dawn arrive later
Night was happy he could stay so long

Still we needed your symphony and cacophany
Oh how you make Rain dance,
Pirouettes on her own,
Waltzes with Wind.

Thunder only awakens
When you're around
And Lightning, dear sweet Lightning,
Shrieks in such great delight

So Mr. Storm dearest,
I'm happy that you came,
Fall wouldn't be the same without you
And it would be Winter we'd blame