Winter

I have always loved the winter. The snow comes down and covers the black barren tries with snow.

My brother's favorite season was spring, he loved to dance in the rain and smell the pink and purple flowers that grew in the forest.

I hate spring. Everything is too bright and it hurts my eyes. The bright sun gives me a head ache. The rain made everything muddy a gooey and I always seemed to get sick after a heavy rain shower.

I put up with it. If it made my brother happy, I had to. I put up with it for years and years and years.

Then I found a foolproof way to end my problems.

Now I don't have to put up with the nasty season called spring because I burned all the trees and everything green until they were black beyond future growth.

Then I killed my brother, Rain, and my sister, Summer, so I would never have to step in a puddle or glare into the blazing sun again.

Now there is only me, Winter. I am eternal.