According to T.S. Eliot, April is the cruelest month. With all this weird weather making it hard for me to get outside and work in my garden, I am tempted to agree with the esteemed poet.
April is also National Poetry Month, however, so that makes the month pretty special in my book. Maybe as long as I am stuck indoors anyway, I should look to poets to help me make it though this forced exile. Perhaps poetry can help me weather this weather.
The April rains have been especially intense this year.