T.S. Eliot was right. In not so many words: April sucks.
When all of your resistance has been spent by the winter, and you can just taste the spring, April comes with its freezing winds and fresh snowstorms.
When the flowers bloom and the insects come to life again, the temperature suddenly drops, killing the flowers and fresh buds.
The wind cuts like a knife.
April is a tease.
Will summer ever come?
