for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Beat.
One season ends, another begins.
An eerie, whispering then whistling wind plays its haunting lament in the pit of my hearth.
Droplets of driven rain splitter splatter their staccato beat on my window pane.
Rivulets of glistening water zig-zag their journey down the glass fighting in vain to intrude on the calm within.
Launched by a furious gale, ruby, gold and crimson leaves swirl in technicolour clouds round and round, up and down, round and up and round and down.
Autumn’s anger, Summer’s wane, too soon to be Winter again.
Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.