April Showers, Snow, Hail, High Winds, Winter

It has been the worst April ever. We have broken all records for terrible weather.

Take heart, though. Here's an April Poem:

THROUGH MY OWENS-CORNING WINDOW

Every April it's the same.
Never fails.
The pool is not yet ready
For summer fun,
Its waters black
And clogged with floating leaves.
Confused,
These geese make their approach,
Flaps down--
Of course they're down--
They're geese.
They glide in smoothly
And they land.
A pair who mean to stay.
Sad to say,
Some weeks from now,
They will have to move away
With broken hearts
Before their young
Are old enough to fly.
Each year I promise to learn
The care and feeding
Of the baby geese,
The goslings.
But I do not
And would explain to them,
But they would never understand.

You can put your long underwear away, but keep your raincoat handy.