Please?

Dear Summer,
Where have you gone?
I don't remember getting sick during your season.
It was always warm.
I was always outside.
I was happy.
Now it's fall.
Fall is supposed to be cool.
Not cold.
It's cold.
I want my mini skirts.
I want my tube tops.
I want my bikinis
I want my flip flops.
I want my flowers.
And my pool.
And the beach.
I want my windows open.
My sunroof open in the car.
I want you back summer.
How long until you come back again?

Love, Sick Rebecka.