"Old Greek houses used to have rainboxes to store April rains, child." She said in a weary tone which implied everyone but me was aware of that. She, then, leaned over and whispered sternly as if she was passing over a precious family recipe with which I was to pamper my husband before passing it on to the next generation, "Never the March rains, though. They aren't worth a dime... but the April rains... oh the April rains are precious..."