March

Today I overheard on NPR, "March is given to us by God so that people who don't drink can understand what a hangover feels like."
March is God's version of a hangover, and I can't agree more. Just when you thought it was getting good a gust of wind blows through your bones, you realize you are grossly under-dressed and screwed for the rest of the day. Though of course my March may be Montreal's May and West Coasters don't even know how tormenting an East Coast March may be. And Alaska, I guess their March would be June?
You get the point.