From
ChRONS AND MAXIMS

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Now May is over, June is moving in;
But summer turned out to be much colder,
Than the unfortun'd spring, that just have gone,
And colder than we ever could suggest.
And we are standing by our windows, thinking
To sounds of thunder, hurricane and shower,
That, be it cold as it could be, and colder,
The crooks won't start their transmigration southward,
They will not leave us in this rain alone.

© Katy J. Trend

Seems to be also an epigraph to some concert. The shortness of the piece, as also its address to some unclear but dear 'we' suggest it.