Against the blackened sky  The autumn leaves illuminate  while  Raindrops pelt, weighing heavy,  Until the struggle is no more…  then  A descending swirl – the last dance.    Getting swept up in the season last night, I made this sketch.  When my daughter came home she yelled, “I HATE THIS WEATHER!” Then slammed the door.  “Funny…” I said, “I love it so much I’m painting it right now!”