To May, as you look at your watch and sigh:

I know, it’s time. You’ve got a midnight curfew and I can’t make you late. But know that you’re leaving under heavy protest!
If you could just stay a little longer. Don’t let that thug June bully you away. You deserve far more than 31 days. What an unjust calendar system [...]

To Mango Rains, on your arrival in Mali:

What am I saying? It’s not just an arrival, it’s a sweet welcome home celebration! You’re finally here! Our prodigal precipitation has returned at last! Bring robes and rings! Kill the fatted calf and let’s feast! For tonight it rained!
Far down the road we could see you coming. [...]