The breeze, caresses me softly,
The birds chirp as they fly back home,
The damp roads reflect the lights,
The air is cold, but gentle,
I stick my head out of the window,
I smell that familiar scent, that nostalgic fragrance,
Of Rain.
They sky is dark, but comforting,
The clouds, an ash-grey hue.

The trees sway to the sound of the...