Fine. Be that way. O very, merry month of May. June’s right behind you. Just waiting. So go ahead. Leave. Not that anybody could stop you. You sure didn’t last long. In fact, you sped right by. Or so it seems. But you packed a wallop while you were here. You brought rain. And wind. Thunder and lightning. Hail. Tons of wildflowers. And 90-degree days. You brought a ton of pollen too. And allergies. Asthma. Pneumonia. Bronchitis. Nothing very merry about that. Still, a month has to do what a ...