There are so many wonderful books and poems which celebrate the month of April including L M Montgomery's The Story Girl: "April was a splendid month because the snow all went early...the hillsides began to look as if they were thinking if mayflowers; the old orchard was washed in a bath of tingling sunshine and the sap stirred in the big trees."
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March.
T S Eliot's The Waste Land takes a different approach to the month of April, describing it as "the cruellest month":
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
An eclectic mix of quotations for April, reflecting the changing weather of this very lovely month.