Oh, Spring.

[jevin]

You and I have never seen eye to eye. You do everything I hate in a season: Violent storms, tornadoes, allergies; and warm, humid weather. I'll make you a deal, dear spring: Leave me alone and I will tell everyone that you are a nice season. Promise. I will even go as far as to defend your strong points, whatever those may be.

In short, kindly go away. At least away from me.