Four sisters

I love all the four sisters,

they come to me, one by one.

Each stays maximum, a quarter;

they know best, the reason.

Sumery  is  so hot, she frights me.

With her heat, I melt to sweat.

Wintie carries, buckets of snow flurries,

I shiver but that’s the way of her treat.

Rainey is very kind and generous

but she is having odd behavior.

Mostly, she goes on weeping;

and if embraces me, wets with tears.

I like most the one, Springale.

She always smiles and looks fresh.

She is most splendid and attractive

and wears the colorful dress.

Springale always comes with

bouquets of beautiful flowers.

My heart blossoms with bliss;

all around, happiness showers.