When the seasons change

And she was Summer rain.
She let her warmth caress my skin,
but left me drenched in her existence.
And she would come at he rarest of times
and leave me speechless.
To be found,
all she had to do was look up.
For she was that Summer sun.
The one that never truly left.
The one that kept glowing even at night.
And those eyes,
oh yes her eyes.
The ones where you could see spark with life,
like lightning in a summer storm.
Her passion and soul so alive
that it shook me like the thunder.
And I was captivated.
By her, her existence.
By the beauty of her dire perfection.
But as the time passed,
her glow began to disappear.
soon she would go dark for a time,
but would always return.
The time of which she stayed,
shortened everyday.
For as she went on,
her heart began to fade.
From a bright summer sun,
she turned to a harvest moon.
Her hair danced in the wind,
along with the leaves on the ground
that had fallen from the trees,
as she had fallen from the stars.
As the soft glow of Autumn
danced off her skin.
The storm in her eyes,
the liveliness of her soul,
had faded to a light mist
that swallowed me whole.
And the girl that could see light,
no matter where she was,
could barely see through
the tears like rain on her face.
she started to become cold,
but still burned with the colors of passion.
Soon they faded too, for she was dark now.
Rarely did I see her with her eyes off the ground.
She had become like ice.
A barren wasteland,
but still through it all,
she never stopped amazing me with her beauty.
she stayed so dormant for months,
so cold.
Like the harshest of winters,
she stood out,
was so bold.
Hard to believe her heart even beat,
and my eyes,
she would never meet.
But as soon as she left,
she came right back.
Her heart started warm.
She returned like spring,
so slow,
but so beautiful
Like the rarest of flowers,
watching her bloom was a treasure,
The warmth caressed her cheek,
and her hair swayed slow like a feather.
Her head was slow to rise,
but push through the murky mud she did.
And as her eyes met mine,
and the sunlight danced in them,
I knew Summer would come again