Wave Goodbye to summer.

It did not wait …

… to join …

… the feast.

Now the rain rules, …

… and the empire of the sun …

… is just a fading memory.

It is time to move …

… the barrels …

… and all …

… follow the keg; …

… some more cosy …

… than others.

The troops …

… are marching …

… to the sound …

… of drums, …

… and the court …

… follows …

… in its wake.

The old guard …

… is ready …

… for the lady’s call.

And the drops …

… keep falling …

… on the big parade, …

… but the Brave keep going …

… even when it’s tough.