This has been a pretty crummy April so far. We need an April like the one described in this poem! Maybe minus the rain, but like I said the other day, rain on a warm day is tolerable assuming you're not actually being rained on.
This I saw on an April day:
Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud,
A sky-flung wave of gold at evening,
And a cock pheasant treading a dusty path
Shy and proud.
And this I found in an April field:
A new white calf in the sun at noon,
A flash of blue in a cool moss bank,
And tips of tulips promising flowers
To a blue-winged loon.
And this I tried to understand
As I scrubbed the rust from my brightening plow:
The movement of seed in furrowed earth,
And a blackbird whistling sweet and clear
From a green-sprayed bough.
James Hearst (1900 - 1983)
From The Complete Poetry of James Hearst, published by the University of Iowa Press. Used without permission.