April, could you please stand still! Just for a little while, please? I am talking to you. Thank you! You see there is something in your charming appearance, no in the very essence of your character that eludes me. It´s not that you tend to be absent, on the contrary, your presence is overwhelming! Every morning April, as I stray through the garden with my coffee at bay, at the very moment that night turns into day, I am equally astonished over the scene you have decided to present as the first in your play; not to say curious to hear from what college of ingenious arts, you received your degree in interior design.

Yesterday, April, these thoughts I brought to you, straight, fair and plain; you decided to answer with innumerable barrels of rain! Returning with my umbrella, I wished you had told me before, that your refreshing prelude was to be followed by dedications to the sun. Now, most probably you conclude that any excuses would be in vain. Never April. There is something in your very nature that grant you the right to be loved for the one you are. And April, do you know what? Last week I got this weird yet congenial idea that if someone tried to talk to you, you know designed the implementation of a civilized conversation, could that possilbly turn out to be that string of RNA, capable to copy, decode and understand your precious DNA? And April...April? April! You mischievous month!