Missing: One Fall Season

I found a lone red leaf on my car today.

Fall, please come soon.

Instead of tired yellow rays, I want watery pit pat, pit pat waking me up in the morning. I want to hear the crispness of Fall under my feet when I walk to my car; I want to stir up whirlwinds of it as I drive to school. I want to see red, yellow, orange, brown, and deeper red. I want the wind to blow sharply, whipping my scarf in the air. I want to use my umbrella and wet my pant hems in puddles. I want to wear socks because my feet are cold.

All this sun makes me thirsty for a solemn rain.