When we first met, things were nice. I enjoyed pool parties, and sprinklers, cold watermelons and homemade ice cream. I loved time off from school, free time with friends, and going to the beach. I even did my best to attempt your likeness in my kindergarten play and everyone sang a song welcoming you. I don't remember much of the lyrics, but I was very proud to wave and smile and I even wore a dress for you, Summer. I liked you that much. A dress! With flowers and lace and ribbons...and everything.
As I got older, I still relished in the carefree feeling that summer inspired. I spent many late breezy summer nights on the porch swing at college apartment number three, and I can't count the number of fruity fresh drinks imbibed in your name.
Just because I know one day when I'm freezing cold in the middle of January and it's rainy and dreary outside I'm going to wish for a pretty, bright, sun filled day.