Poetry about seasonal life

Because of the rain, a thunder in summer woke up my dream. After the rainstorm, I opened the brightest window in my heart. Looking at the rainbow shining on the horizon, I know the glory of life, so please don't care that rain is just a passer-by, because it is the wind, testing my arm with an autumn frost, leaving the deepest root in my heart dragging a string of aftertaste. Chrysanthemum fragrance makes me understand the power of life, so please don't forget that the wind is just an episode. Because of the snow, I am afraid that the cold in winter will cover my heart. After that, the hardest pile in my heart stood on the loess in the wilderness to let me know. The expectation of life, so please don't worry that snow is just a kind of nostalgia, because it is spring that finally understands what is the hope of life. Don't stop stumbling even if the rain overflows the yellow mud road. Even if the wind blows away the mountain road, don't get lost. Don't give up looking even if the snow collapses on the brokeback cliff. Because you are yourself, think of it as a raindrop left by God to the earth. Although insignificant, it can at least moisten the smallest green bud, because it is myself, and I want to be the colorful flame, even if it is only a slight moment, it is the most beautiful night, so please remember that life is a season of transformation.