But What Did We Do?

Was it something we said in an
unguarded moment of pique? After all
we're allowed by the nature of our
natures to express frustration with
spring's excessive rain events
barely the opportunity to dry out
from the last storm before the next
blasts in. We've become mouldy in
the process and bitterly resentful 
at this Janus-faced spring promising
to rescue us from a hard winter of
icy demeanor yet just like a politician
she has her own agenda. Now it's
spring's departure officially as
summer enters. Our ears are plugged
unwilling to hear any pledges of
near normalcy in the weather
months to come. The seasons have
been on strike unwilling to do their
best claiming we under-appreciate
their fine intentions when we're
anticipating pride in presentation.
We're on the verge of petitioning
nature to send her seasons packing
but it seems she may have already
committed to that plan of action.