You're such a tease. Always. You're famous up here for showing up and showing off and then leaving town. It's your thing. And you know that even though you're a flirt and a jerk, we will all fawn over you the next time you come back.
But this is ridiculous.
I know...it could be worse. Winter could come back to town in your absence. And that girl is a witch with a capital B.
But things are pretty darn bleak lately without you're shimmery presence. It's nothing but grey skies and rain and wind and cold temperatures.
So if I promise to stop calling you a tease, will you pretty please come back to town for a few months? That's a fair deal, right?
Think about it. But...like...think fast. I'm tired of this depressing weather and chomping at the bit to play outside again.