A mixed day.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you;
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I;
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing through.
Christina Rossetti.

And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,
The little early buttercups unfold
A glittering star or two till many trace
The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.
John Clare.

The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
Sara Teasdale.

Today the weather has been very mixed, with sunshine and showers, and theres been a very cold brisk wind, more of a March day than April......