Image via Wikipedia

From under the covers

All I can hear, 

Is the rain on the window, 

So loud – So clear! 

It’s a cold autumn night

And I can’t feel my feet. 

What’s wrong with this house?! 

Is there not any heat?

The leaves hit the window

While the wind beats the trees, 

I don more pairs of socks

And try not to freeze.

“An Indian Summer!”,

The weather men say.

Yeah, right! They are lying! 

Every day is always grey! 

It’s getting very late, 

And I still cannot sleep; 

So in my three pairs of socks, 

I decide to count sheep

Image via Wikipedia