May arrived with bags filled with gifts. She brought clear skies, glimpses of moon and stars, snatches of good weather, and the full blooming of flora and fauna. Tucked away in a gift box was the excitement and joy of ceremonies for graduation, marriage and birth.
She stayed on through storms, floods, tornadoes, earthquakes, and devastation of biblical proportions. We argued over the differences of man made and natural calamities. Conversation became tiresome and went on for too long. Her voice was loud and grating, at times scary. Like an unwanted guest, she just stayed too long.
When, finally she decided to leave, she reminded us not to forget friends and family who had contributed much to quiet us down in turbulent times and to console us in our grief. Remember them we did with reverence and parade. When she returns we hope she leaves her nasty behavior behind. But for now, dear month of May, here's your hat! There's the door! Just go!
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