It rains or hails or sleets or snows.
For atmospherical vagaries
The palm perhaps is February's.
To say March exits like a lamb
Is Falsehood's very grandest slam.
April may smile in Patagonia,
But here it always breeds pneumonia.
May, alternating sun and blizzard,
Plays havoc with the stoutest gizzard.
No part of England is immune