What's so special about summer

What's so special about summers is it the blooming of different flowers? in a garden with some named plumeria, or the intoxicating fragrance of eachs petals. The structure of roses like the eyes of my lover, The dazzling haste in a mysterious way, Even the rainfall that comes with darkest shades, A pluviophile inlove with such a gloomy weather. I'd sit by the window poking my mind, Asking What's so special about summers why not winters? Is it the sky full of stars in the darkest night? Each trying its best to outshine each other's light. Watching like Monalisa tracing our constellations. Rather I don't do philosophy but I believe we're meant to be, eternally side by side even in winter nights, as my heart is prone to bleed when you're not near. I believe in the specialities of summer, The season I found myself lost in the eyes of my lover.