Finally that time of the year has come,
Where in the fight with their bed,
everyone succumbs!
After sleeping through all those months;
of heat & bitter rain,
You learn that all the eager waiting has
indeed not gone in vain.
You just wish, that the night lasted all
day,
And even the sun doesn’t shine, not even
a ray!
Your bed seems so loving, your Quilt is such a charm,
You sleep so tight, that you miss your morning
alarm.
You get up so late, that now you've got
to run,
And your loving morning breakfast, now
you have to shun.
This might be the only time,
when you love nature at its best,
The serene climate, the cool winds,
which make you feel you’re blessed.
Just when you think that all is well,
and that things couldn't have got any better,
You come to realize the harsh reality, that soon everything could be over.
Then one more year of grueling climate, you will be forced to face;
Which only for the winter, you will brace; and face it like an Ace.
