March.
March, many weathers.
John Clare says:
March month of "many weathers" wildly comes,
In hail and snow and rain, and threatening hums and floods.
A wet March makes a sad harvest.
A March without water dowers the hind's daughter.
If March comes in smiling and gay
Saddle your horses and go and buy hay.
March, Hic, Hac, Ham'
Comes in like a lion
And goes out like a lamb.
If March comes in stormy and black, she carries the winter away on her back.