Is April Really the Cruelest Month?

T.S. Eliot says that April is the cruelest month, but I am beginning to think that February is the month that deserves that title. I was in a meeting today when I heard a crash that actually shook this big old brick building. I wondered if a plow had hit the Library. When the meeting adjourned we saw that an avalanche of ice and snow from the roof had thundered down onto the skylights and broken two of them. Spring won't come soon enough for me!