Make clothes white and maidens dun.
A March wisher
Is not a good fisher.
A windy March and a rainy April make a fine May.
March grass never did good.
March in January, January in March, I fear.
April.
Is’t in April fair and mild,
The nill may be so much more wild.
Thunder-storm in April is the end of hoar frost. After a wet April follows a dry June. Whatever March does not want April brings along.