The Weber Literary Journal rain storm, then burst the clouds and leave nothing above but the blue sky and nothing below but the green grass. She's just as apt to start the birds singing their songs of praise as she is to well, you needn't laugh. Am I not right? Isn't she a meddlesome woman, who doesn't know her own mind?" "Yes, dear. But never mind, April will soon be here and she isn't a woman." "Isn't a woman? I say, she is a woman. That's all she is." "What kind of a woman?" "An old blubbering one that hasn't sense enough to stop boo-hooing for a single day. She's always sobbing and spilling her tears everywhere. Can't let the sun shine one minute. Just gets her old mourning garb spread out and blubbers away." "April showers bring May flowers." "Yes, May flowers. She's another bothersome woman." "Why, dear! What's wrong with May? There isn't a more beautiful" "That's just it. That's just it. She's too blamed beautiful. A fellow can't get anything done for staring at her beauty. Just as he goes to bend his back to work, she flashes her flowers, her trees, her grass, her sunshine, her mountains, everything. How can anyone get one single thing done when there is so much beauty about? May is too much of a vampire." "Well, June" "Oh, June! She's a moonstruck, silly lover's month. She hangs her golden moon out every night to induce young folks to stay out all night, and causes old folks who ought to know their own minds to act like kids." "Surely, July is a man!" "No, indeed! July is a woman more than any other month. She's always flashing her temper and making it so durn hot and uncomfortable that-". "Whoa!" It was Mrs. Jones' turn to speak if she didn't want him to ramble through the year. "I'll admit everything you say is true but there is another side. I'm going to take the woman's part. "Aren't you proud to think there is a woman brave enough to stand out and fight Old Man Winter? True she's driven back once in awhile. She's a Jeanne d'Arc and she's never met her Waterloo. She always wins and ushers in Spring, then steals away without wait- 11 The Weber Literary Journal ing to be burned at the stake. She doesn't ask for praise, and what's more, she doesn't get it." "Why." "I'm not through. Then April. What if she does weep? Don't her tears wake the birds and make the grass renew its life? Doesn't she coax the buds to burst open and the sleepy flowers to open their eyes? Doesn't she wash away all the dirt and rubbish grim winter left us? Indeed, she does." "I." "There's May, June, and July yet. Don't those beauties you rave about mean good crops and more money? Don't we need beauty to make the world better to live in? You need beautiful months as well as you need beautiful women and May fills the need. "As for July, that hot temper is needed to ripen your grain. Your livelihood depends on that peppery temper." "How about June?" Her eyes twinkled as she went around the table and stood before him. "Spring is the youth of the year. All should be happy and beautiful during youth. Who is more happy than the lovers? June offers them a golden opportunity. She offers her happiness and beauty to young and old alike. I love June best of all the months. John, you need these months as much as you need woman and more so. Which month do you love best?" He caught her hands and pulled her to him. "You win. I guess I love Spring and all her daughters, but I know I love one beautiful woman, and her name is June." 23