So Long Summer

You had your wily way with us day after day I'd cry and cuss. Scorching the earth beneath my feet here in the desert it's called "dry heat"! You did your best to beat us down turning the land a dusty brown. Cloudless skies, not a hint of rain flowers withering from the pain. End of July monsoons arrived and everything began to thrive. We danced in triumph on the lawn as thunder boomed it's mighty brawn. Weeds went wild, little sparrows sang mosquitos and flys came in gangs. I'ts time to pluck the garden bare turn the soil for the coming year. And Fall will soon begin anew, and I shall bid to you, adieu!