Saturday, April 13, 2013

Don't rain on my parade.

After a few days of warmth another Siberian blast just blew through
Nieuw Amsterdam. Along with the cold came rain as often happens in April.
Hence the melody with the moniker, "April Showers".
I'm not sure why Buddy DeSylva wrote those words.
Except to encourage the light deprived, winter oppressed craving for a reprieve.
Across the country most are experiencing the same type of weather or worse.
So, sit back, sip your warm cup of tea, and
nestle under my umbrella.