Spring time is also called “exam season” by many of the students, as this is the time for them to appear for their final examination. It leaves the Earth with fond memories of the first flower which bloomed, the first song of the bird and the fallen brown leaves that are replaced by new green leaves. Everything is so beautiful and peaceful, so nice one does not want this season to end. I certainly do not.
No poet or imaginative person would ever want this glorious season to end. I wallow in fond memories of spring time, till it returns again to start another year. As logic has it, so does mythology. After spring, the season should be summer. No one who lives near the Equator would be fond of this season. It is pleasant the first few days, but after that it begins to be intolerably hot.
In summer time, the days are warm but this season wants us to wish we could hang out our tongues. On Earth, the heat of the Sun scorches the crop field and makes the farmer’s life miserable. In the cities, people are irritated easily and tend to fly into a temper very quickly. Except for the long vacation we get during this season nothing in my opinion is special. However, it keeps on returning!
Rainy season is for the farmers. It brings the best time for harvest. However, sometimes Mother Nature feels we ought to have every thing in abundance. She makes the weather so that it rains continuously for days, resulting in floods and damage of the harvest. Nevertheless, we do love splashing around rainwater and cry aloud, “How beautiful is the rain!”
But, rain is a disaster as well as a relief. A disaster to the poor, hard working farmers and a relief to us who could no longer bear the heat of the Sun.
Autumn this is the next season which follows. In India, we do not have a proper autumn season, so I really do not have a clear idea of this season. However, I have heard from my foreign relatives, autumn in Europe brings about chilly winds and the leaves begin to fall off the trees. It marks the farewell of the rainy season and welcomes the winter season. I think autumn is the time when we in West Bengal celebrate the Durga Puja.
Winter season is the last season in the year. Cold winds blow and make the fallen leaves scurry along the road. A lot of people freeze to death, especially street urchins. The season in my eyes is what we can call ‘tragic splendor’. We celebrate Christmas but each day is greeted with the news of someone’s death.
The season ends and back comes the ever beloved spring! No one knows why Mother Nature has created such a way of life the change in seasons. It is impossible to be able to predict the correct weather for the next day. The seasons may also wish to come and go, as they like. We can only stand aside and be an audience. Who are we to interrupt the peace and quiet and beauty created by Mother Nature?