Winter, Spring, Summer Melee

Winter had been lingering around. It had lost its sense of purpose but since no-one had come to replace it, it had been drifting aimlessly around, blowing wind, occasionally throwing some snow around and generally being cold. Suddenly, with almost no warning, Summer decided to get in on the action and the temperatures shot up to at least 21C this week. However, Spring suddenly woke up and realised it has missed the invitation to the party and so it gate-crashed. It has been shoulder to shoulder with Summer, each one jostling for position. Suddenly blossoms appeared, and the trees sprouted leaves; meanwhile the temperatures rose and people have started to walk around it shorts.

In the meantime, paling into insignificance from the glory of the summer sun, Winter packed it's bags and started on it's a journey to another place - hardly anyone even noticed as it shuffled off, throwing the occasional breeze at Spring and Summer as they continued their squabble. Winter knew a rest was what it needed, so it could return again next year with renewed strength.