"Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June."
"To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June."
"How dreary - to be - somebody! How public - like a frog -
to tell your name the livelong June - to an admiring bog!"
A warm soup of an afternoon, with the promise of showers,
Thunderclouds loom. Half full? Half gone? It's June....