When I was a kid in S(h)imla, we always had a late snowfall in March.
Just a sprinkle that would melt right away.

But March was always warm and bright.

Almost all my friends went away for the winter.
Only a few hardy boys remained (perhaps we had no place to go).

Winter was cold and damp and miserable.
But when the snow came it was a carnival.
Snowmen and snow fights, and sliding and sledding on the steep slopes.

The summer went on forever.

But come June, the tourists took over and our town
was a cheating lover, that had no time for us locals.

But it always came back and again we had the mall all to ourselves.

Pradeep