October rain

I sat alone on the window of my apartment. Looking out, i see the city of New York doused in rain. I have mixed feelings about the rain in october. It is just when the warmth of the summer is receding, the cold wet slap of rain comes down.I spot a pigeon flying slowly, heavy with the weight of rain in its feathers.It looks doleful and lands infront of my window. Poor chap. And, then from nowhere slams a hawk onto it.For some, it does'nt matter if the world is turning upside down. They always deem it a good opportunity to plunder. It is just their nature.