A Woman Named April

Everyone knows her by now. She's moody, feisty, and a surprising shrew of a woman we wrestle with and can't really understand. One minute we bask in her light, feeling her warmth all around us, but in the next moment, she has turned away from us, and all we feel is a cold and dark shoulder. Some call April schizophrenic, others just see her as a complex woman full of contradictions.

(If you ask me, I think her sisters, May and June, are hotter and more pleasant to deal with.)