My Season

A wild rain soaks the ground,
the wind whips the rain coming down,
the temperature drops down.
My beloved winter season,
I must bid you farewell once again,
to welcome another spring.
I will miss the cold winter nights,
yet I must let you go,
to move towards the north again.

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