Ray Bradbury
"For these beings, fall is the only normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond...

They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles — breaks.

Such are the autumn people. Beware of them."