Rain is coming down
In the garden of spring blooms
So many colors
Summer heat is here
Along with humidity
Don't want to go out
We beg for autumn
Trees will be a blazing red
Leaves fall in the breeze
Winter is a dream
Cannot wait for that first snow
But I hate the cold
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Delightful Whitney. I'm hanging out for Spring to arrive! ;-) I particularly liked the last line of the last stanza. I couldn't agree more! With love, Deb
