It is hard to pick a quarrel with April. She will chill you when you forget your sweater and shower you when you want to sow some seed. When you pray rain for the garden, she just smiles, and when you wear your new coat she will argue you didn't need it. When you try to concentrate on work she will demand you come out to play. She is flighty and changeable and altogether contrary.
But April is unfailingly green. The color of hope. Nobody ever gets enough of that and April spreads it around.