Cold blustering March is a surly young fellow,
But his face so forbidding and gloomy will mellow;
Though at first with his howls he makes every one shiver,
With warmth and delight he will soon be a-quiver.
For a sweet little lady is trailing his way,
And in spite of himself he is happy and gay;
Attended with sunshine and zephyrs and birds,
She is winning him over with soft, gentle words.
A Year With the Fairies.
Illustrator: M. T. (Penny) Ross.
Author: Anna M. Scott.
Publisher: P. F. Volland & Co.: Chicago, U.S.A.. 1914.
Elephant's Picture Book 
I love the bellows.
I like the bellows too – March I understand if it comes in like a lion it goes out like a lamb, but what are the other possibilities? Maybe it just always comes in like a Lion – blowing away!
I think there’s a touch of malice about him.
Oh yes, he is a dark weatherman!