We used to be friends, you and I. I longed for your visit during the cold days of winter. I wished to feel your breezes when I felt the urge to
I missed those long, lazy days we used to spend together.
But now, Summer, you've outstayed your welcome. You have blasted us with heat, heat and more heat while withholding those lovely thundershowers which gave us a welcome respite from the sun's rays. Oh sure, your cerulean skies fill up with those towering thunderheads. But you're holding out on us, Summer! You know those thunderstorms filled with lightning and thunder and blasts of cool air? And rain? Where are they?
It's time to go, dear Summer. I know it's earlier than usual, but we are ready for Fall to make her appearance. We are ready for unseasonably cool temperatures--as in less than triple digits.
That's right, Summer. I'm kickin' you to the door. School is back in session anyway so tell Fall to get here quicker than quick!
Call me again next March. I might be missing you by then.
p. s. In spite of everything else, I must compliment you on mornings. The sunrises have been unusually beautiful lately.