Summers!

When the droplets of sweat,

trickle down my forehead,

kissing my cheeks,

unto my bosom,

I realize, that Summers have arrived.

Oranges and lemons,

water in gallons,

juices and squashes,

peaches and melons.

The wardrobe is bustling,

with Lemons and Greens,

The Dressing is glowing,

with gloss and sheen.

The scorching sun,

the warm, sunny days,

post a gloomy winter,

makes me gay.