Remains Of A Feverish Winter

it is Summer first drops that broke all Nature's routine;, destroyed what Spring fell to cheer up.It''s Summer with rains downpour,and showers to destroy the crops, and leave no ear of wheat for a happy harvest.
Summer makes rivers flood, sweeping away evil and good in its raging route
but, it is even nature's mood by which law and loyalty,we must abide
 
it is June, with the fierce vernal feel, vibes floating from singing goldfinch and chirping crickets...and the Autumn thrush happy in her nest , spilling a meek tune, a lucky creature in heaven........
The earth, so mellow, so soft and the hike no longer a tiresome task,and up in the misty quiet sky, larking a blissful couplets as if there was a poet, down on earth to entice and court......From a high spot in the mountain, the emerald  airy pine forest still keeps a childhood silence, among stone doll houses, and carved barks, where close by, lies a  stagnant swamp, and the stone quarry........
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Crickets feast on a tune for Summer, even when earth is till damp soaked with May showers; as the flowers make a shy peep hither and thither, and red poppies quiTted the season, postponed a blushing happiness until next Spring.
 
No winter rains this season, all heaven's tempest  has been delayed till Summer to burst out with loud drops, while Spring and its cheerful daisies; its merriment had been under a scorching blaze....the season through .......