Summer comes

Summer comes, as spring will leave.
Gone are coat and thickened sleeve.

The day boils hot; The sun does bake.
And soon we'll yearn, for winters break.

The trees showcase their healthy leaf,
as cold drinks give the soul relief.

A happy but a scorching time,
that makes the cooler air sublime.

The feel of sweat will often rest;
between the arms and on the chest.

Now thunderstorms will drench the earth,
as lightning bolts are given birth.

Clear blue skies, are often seen;
as grass sings loud its emerald green.

What joy the weathers tides will bring.
For seasons are a precious thing.