By the time Sister Spring woke up it was basically almost nearly time for Sister Summer to take over so she decided she was just going to hang out in her bathrobe.
“Shouldn’t you be, like, doing stuff?” Sister Winter asked, looming over her while she nestled deeper into the couch, both hands gripping a Nintendo Switch.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure.”
“Sure?”
“Right.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you going to start doing your job or not?” Sister Winter finally asked.
“Look, it’s fine, I’ll get going in a few minutes,” Sister Spring said as she tried to find her coffee mug without looking away from her game. Eventually she found the wrong side of the coffee mug, and the coffee mug found the floor.
“Ah, shit,” she muttered. But she still didn’t get up.
“You have to get out there!” Sister Winter said. “You’re already late. It should have started to warm up weeks ago.”
“It’s been getting warm. Sometimes.”
“Because I keep pulling favors from Sister Summer and she’s not even supposed to be up for another month and a half. Do you know how much Brother Planet doesn’t like it when it’s snowing one day, and then eighty degrees the next?”
“Sounds wild.”
“You’re not listening to me.”
“Yeah, you do that.”
“Okay, that’s it.”
Sister Winter took the console out of Sister Spring’s hands, then took said reaching hands to pull her up out of the couch. And then started pushing her to the front door.
“I’m not dressed!”
“That’s your fault. I’m done playing. I want to go to bed, for the love of…here we are. Bye!”
And then Sister Spring was outside, half dressed, wishing she hadn’t knocked over her coffee mug.
“No one understands me,” she sniffled. The sniffles turned to cries, and the cries turned to rain that spread across the low fields and high hills of Brother Earth.
Sister Winter looked out from her bedroom window, phone up to her ear.
“Sorry about all that. Again. Every year.”
“Nah, it’s cool,” Brother Earth said on the other side of the line. “I am digging all this rain. Make her cry more.”
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