"April is the cruelest month," said Shakespeare. The Buddha calls such disappointment "suffering."
70 degree day, flowers blooming, birds singing--what's not to love? Falling in love with Spring feels great!
Year after year, i forget how fickle April is. Just after i've skimmed down to shorts and a tank top, April turns a cold shoulder, and i cover myself in polar fleece. Just when my face is tanning from the warm sun, my lover April pelts me with cold showers. Just when my body relaxes into April's embrace, she chills out, and i shiver
Oh April! Receiver of my pent-up energy.
When hopes and dreams and expectations are dashed, dissatisfaction weighs down our hearts, and we call it cruel.