as I watch the weather roll in from a distance
grey blankets the sky and engulfed any light the sun has left
the distant rumble and grumble of an autumn storm approaching
and finally, comes the rain
as the clouds reach overhead, the rain follows
then comes the choir and light show
with this weather comes a bundle of pre loved and long forgotten treasures
blankets are dug out from the depth of cupboards
jumpers and long pants are retrieved from deep within the closets
as you wrap yourself up and rug yourself in warmth
you can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia
like it's been lifetimes since the cold was a main character in your story
like the long forgotten treasures, any notion other than the warm summer sun, had been lost in the crevices of your memory
and with the reawakening of the cold, gloomy, stormy nights
comes the remembrance
like the water that flows down a once quiet street and fills the creeks and rivers
the feelings come flooding back
the smell of jumpers worn for too long
and the feeling of a warm duvet pressing down against your body
fluffy socks against your toes
and the arms of your lover holding you tight
nostalgic
like a childhood memory
and with that reminiscence
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