She does live between winter and summer:
rainy, not snowy, nor sunny and bright.
Dark clouds fill the sky, chiller and dumber,
but behind them, the sun, beaming with light.
Springtime is an escape from harsh winter,
though the storms make her question moving on.
Then, through the clouds, the sun’s warm rays splinter,
and springtime then turns from darkness to dawn.
Suddenly, the weather starts to get warm
and the once so harsh storms become lesser.
The once so cold ground begins to transform;
sunshine names spring the winter’s successor.
No longer tormented by winter’s chill,
flowers and rainbows reveal spring’s thrill.