August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
The summer wind, came blowin' in from across the sea, it lingered there to touch your hair and walk with me.
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Summer means happy times and good sunshine. It means going to the beach, going to Disneyland, having fun.