Well done, well written and entertaining. Thank you for the muses.
However, being more of a Chaucer/ Donne fan I wonder how it would sound in the “olde tongue”?
Whan that April with his shoures soote,
The droght of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed each veyne in swich liquour,
Of vertu engendered is the floure,
When Zephyr with his sweete breath…
A more poetic way of describing the wind but I like yours for the modern day!j