I long for the days of rain and thunder. I wish for the return of the clouds. I miss the sound of the rain against my window. I was not made for the summer. It does not suit me at all. Give me 60 degree weather and a cozy sweater any day. The sun is so unforgiving. How I loathe the summer days that most people seem to crave. Give me blankets made of cotton and hot chocolate sprinkled with cinnamon. Give me a cool autumn breeze with air so crisp. I long to see leaves of amber and orange dancing in the streets. Summer, oh summer, you are just not for me.