Spring
There was an old saying that you didn't miss something until you didn't have it anymore, and that held true for spring. Persephone reflected on how, when Hades let her arrive on time, there were occasional grumbles about the balmy season—too much rain, the occasional storm, and new flowers bringing allergies.
Still, for the most part the mortals appreciated it, which made it hurt even more the later she arrived. By the time spring was just a memory, sudden summer taking its place, the mortals that had once decried it begged for spring to come again—begging for the return of cool breezes, flowers given time to grow, and even the storms.
But as much as she wanted to, it wasn't just up to her. Even for a goddess, the thought of bringing the world and her marriage back into tune seemed nearly impossible.
Maybe, Fates, willing, it would come again. But until then, spring would be relegated to songs and poetry.