Should I compare you to a summer’s breeze?
Even though you’re more of a temperate storm.
Or maybe to the sweet spring in which asthmatics wheeze?
But you may be the autumn wind that tears the leaves off from the trees so that new ones may be born.
May I compare you to the eye opening painful drought,
But you may be the cold wet rains giving a few some or the other reason to complain about.
Or the beautiful cold winter with its snowcapped peaks and frost.
I may have run out of seasons to describe you, but without you, I’m truly lost.
Taha Sheerazi
Out of the Ordinary. 