Whan that April with his shoures soote the droght of March hath perced to the roote and bathed evry veyne in swich licour of which vertu engendred is the flour. Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth inspired hath in evry holt and heeth the tendre croppes and the yonge sun hath in the ram his half cours yron. And smale fowles maken melodye that slepen all the night with open eye and priketh hem natur in hir corages then longen folk to goon on pilgrimages.
The blue tit sprite was drawn by @BirdyBoy The music comes from http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/3088873/ by @themoundgroup The thunderstorm is from http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/10395560/ by @ProdigyZeta7 Do you like my new intro?
