How I waited for you.
How I pined.
I missed you so much and yet now….
….with your constant….
….and I mean constant….
….you have been a huge disappointment, dear Spring.
At least to most of us.
You were better as a memory. So much better, in fact, that–
YOU CAN’T BE SPRING! You can be naught but an imposter! Spring’s evil twin, mayhap? I’m on to you.
This, this, is the real Spring.
And so as Summer approaches, peeking its bright face between your dark clouds, to you, you soggy sham, I say–
….don’t let the door hit you on the you-know-what on the way out.