April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. – William Shakespeare

Again the blackbirds sings; the streams / Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, / And tremble in the April showers / The tassels of the maple flowers. — John Greenleaf Whittier

April comes like an idiot, babbling and stewing flowers. – Edna St. Vincent Millay

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. – T.S. Elliot