April, April

We’ve had a lovely April this year with a lot of warm, sunny weather. This week is forecasting a lot of rain… and when the complaining started from multiple fronts I was reminded of this poem from my childhood:

April, April, der weiß nicht, was er will…

April, April,
der weiß nicht, was er will!
Mal Regen und mal Sonnenschein,
dann hagelt’s wieder zwischendrein.
April, April,
der weiß nicht, was er will!

Nun seht, nun seht,
wie’s wieder stürmt und weht,
und jetzt, oh weh, oh weh!
da fällt schon wieder dicker Schnee!
April, April,
der weiß nicht, was er will!

Get a grip folks: it rains. And really, why complain? Can you really DO anything about it?!? Nope. Without rain you wouldn’t have all the beautiful trees and flowers to admire. That’s not to say that I too wouldn’t prefer sunshine… but like I said, you can’t control the weather — so admire the way the rain makes the greens greener and then appreciate the next sunny day a little more. If you don’t like the rain… move to the desert. And God forbid it should snow like it did last April — we’d have mass suicide on our hands. Because of the weather.

I for one am really glad it’s raining this week because I planted 2 new shrubs over the weekend; the cooler weather and the rain are going to increase their chances of survival!

An unrhyming translation:

April, April,
it doesn’t know what it wants.
Sometimes rain and sometimes sunshine,
then it hails again inbetween.
April, April,
it doesn’t know what it wants.

Now see, now see,
how it’s storming and blowing again,
and now, oh no, oh no!
there is thick snow falling again
April, April,
it doesn’t know what it wants.