April is the cruelest month...

This afternoon, as I cycled into a strong headwind and monsoon like rain, battling my way for a swim at Cardiff International Pool, I couldn't help but think of T.S. Eliot's The Wasteland:

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

I must say, this April has been particularly cruel with its rain and cold; especially when you place that against the recent drought headlines. On the face of it, it seems farcical. But, so the BBC reliably informs me, our sopping wet April this year is a lonely peak amongst the troughs of below average rainfall that we've experienced over the last 2 years.