Autumn Rain
Itâs strange, watching seasons change. They did so once of their own accord, to me, for reasons I understood. Now they do so, sometimes, for little reason at all...
It was a quiet morning, as calm rains fell on orange leaves. Occasional leaves floated to the green grass below and offered a showcase of the autumn seasonâs early stages.
Should I visit my brother, Iâll see trees of green. My father, trees covered in snow. The two live in lands where seasons are scarce, and changes are subtle at best. They donât control this, yet they choose it.
The red-headed woman sipped on her tea, and leaned back. Her porch swing creaked just quietly enough that the gentle patter of rain was sometimes enough to cover it. Birds werenât chirping, the babies were asleep, and this early morning gave peace that brought Cress back into a reflective mood.
Summer turns autumn here... sometimes because we choose. When we want the leaves to fall, we ask for it. When we think itâs time for snow, the sisters oblige. It happens every year on schedule, but what would happen should the people call for something different? A snowstorm mid-summer? Would it be the blossoms blooming after an ice storm? Or should they call for something new entirely? Could we make trees of blues and yellows, grass of golden browns to go with leaves of pink and white-
âYouâre lost again.â The front door opened for just a second; just long enough for Kasumeii to step out. How long had Cress been thinking? Had she gone another hour, two, had time escape-
âAaand lost again...â She laughed this time, and stepped over to give her lover a smooch on the head. âYou should probably not work today. You wonât get anything done on a mood like this.â
Cress surrendered a hand from her lap to put it on Kasumeiiâs, resting them on her shoulder. It was then that she remembered: she had previously held her tea cup with both hands. Where did-
-oh. What tea was left was now in her lap, and out of the cup. She sighed and started to get up, but was pushed back down by her other who now joined her on the swing.
With a silent, gentle motion, Kasumeii leaned her head over on top of Cressâ shoulder. âThank you for autumn.â
She knew the credit was not hers to take, but she didnât reject this. Instead, she turned her head just enough to plant a soft kiss on Kasumeiiâs cheek. âThe seasons change for you.â
@kasumeii â-(@evisane)












