Everyone flocks to compliment you on your wonderful side (especially poets who have no better ideas, Shakespeare I'm looking at you.) You're increasingly warm weather, your bright flowers, the way you make everyone have a skip in their step.
But there is a dark evil side to you spring. Like someone on a bender you can snap at any moment and turn from bright and cheerful to sullen and moody. Dark clouds hang over your head for a weeks at end, rain falls intermitently with only brief pauses for a few tissues and then just as soon as they appear, poof, they're gone again.
I'm getting a little tired of it Spring. Stuff like this:It's gotten so bad I have to take a whole bunch of these just to deal with it:Now don't go locking yourself up in the closet and refuse to come out, Spring. We just want to get you some help, like we did with Fall. After all he didn't seem to mind the lobotomy so much.
Basically you've got a month to clean up your act or we're shipping you to the psychiatrist, got it?