“October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.”

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

 

 

 



'The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,

Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.'

 

- W.C. Bryant