The Lovely Seasons

I did this poem as I wanted to give it in for a school Gazette. It was raining outisde and I decided that the seasons would be what my poem would be about. Note, this poem is according to Indian seasons...

The Lovely Seasons
By: Niketa Nerurkar

First comes winter, coldest of all
When we notice the trees so tall.
The time where the cold wind blows,
The time for a cough or a runny nose.
Where all stay inside for a while,
Not go out for more than a mile.
Where children wear long shirts and pants,
Where people have cold legs and hands.
Then comes summer, the time for sun
The time where you can have some fun.
When the excitement is so very near,
It brings some happiness, it brings some cheer.
When there’s no tension, there’s no school,
Where one can joke or be a fool.
And hard work takes its back seat,
For leisure now cannot be beat.
Then monsoon, the time for rain,
The time where we go fully insane.
And when the monsoon is finally here,
The leaks at home become a fear.
The pitter- patter of the drops,
The back and forth of the mops.
The children splashing all about,
While the adults scream and shout.
And thus I can tell you, all seasons are great,
For all of them have their own fate.