What's To Like About Summertime?

I used to hate the drawl of summertime;

Was never good at parties, then or now;

The condensation drinks, cucumber lime,

Mosquitos making rounds around the boughs.

And what's to like about the hurried crowds?

At music festivals, they jump and sway,

Nowhere to slip away; it's much too loud

To listen close to what I've got to say.

I certainly dislike this nasty heat,

Though rusty sunsets soften up my heart.

I'm trying to enjoy the berries sweet

And try to figure out just where to start.

I have to say - "to thine own self be true" -

I hated summertime, 'til I met you.