April

The sun rose on the first day of April
And I thought about black clouds and rainy days.
On the first of April
I remembered the last first of April
And how I hated it. 
My first words on the first day of April were
"Nnngghh."
On the first of April
It was snowing.
Bad omen.
The first of April wasn't a bad day.
But it didn't feel like a spring day.
Maybe I didn't see the crocuses peeking out of the frozen ground.
Maybe I didn't hear the cardinal piping it's song.
But on the first of April
It wasn't spring.