If April showers should come your way, they bring the flowers that bloom in May.
I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
An extra yawn one morning in the springtime, an extra snooze one night in the autumn is all that we ask in return for dazzling gifts. We borrow an hour one night in April; we pay it back with golden interest five months later.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
In winter, I plot and plan. In spring, I move.