Now, something’s completely gone.
Though it’s sunny outside
it’s fundamentally changed.
No more heat. And yesterday,
melodramatic clouds
threatened downpours,
occasionally made good
on it. But all fall really is
is the short-lived
adolescence of winter,
at least here
it gets old fast.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
I relate to this. It’s happening here, too. I love the stanza breaks. My favorite phrases “melodramatic clouds” and “short-lived adolescence of winter”. So good.
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Thanks! I really did get an angsty vibe from them
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