Frankly, I still don't know the answer, but there is something about April that makes it a melancholic playmate you don't want to mess with.
It is the month that lets you tear through your layers of clothing to bare your body to the onslaught of summer sun (i.e. if you are living in the northern hemisphere). In the south, it's the beginning of harsh winters. It seems as if April is that 'impasse' from where things just go to an extreme.
In the north, you get to enjoy nature at its full bloom, with cheery blossoms, amaltas, pansies, lilies, tulips and many more love bombing Mother Earth, sometimes just for a few weeks. It's like the illusion of romantic love, that starts with the quickening of hearts, blinding your souls and then rapidly drying and withering away. As April ends, so does this doomed romance. Yet, that doesn't deter many to romanticise about it, writing odes about flowers blossoming in the garden. They might completely ignore the fact that some poor soul at that precise moment might be sneezing her gut out due to the same pollen that has so romantically been pollinating a beautiful flower!
Alas! April is not for everyone, and April does warn you, right at the onset, in it's sneaky little way, as you open your eyes on the 1st of April, the 'All Fool's Day'!
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