Summer
When spring comes to an end it's time for summer to begin.
June, July and August are the months that are the hottest.
Shinning like a diamond in the sky the sun hangs so very high.
Heat waves ascend as summer begins like Dante's infernal it seems never to end.
Dancing on seashores during the day are the sun's glistening rays.
Spontaneous showers do rain down cooling off the parched scorched ground.
Hurricanes bring wind, rain and thunder creating havoc and all that plunder.
Lazy days of summer give one's mind the chance to wonder.
Fluffy white clouds float in the sky letting imaginations take off and fly.
Ocean's, glittering is the spray blowing off the cresting waves.
Lighting bugs do fly against the background of a starry sky.
When the heat of summer ends it is time for fall's winds to blow again.
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