Good morning March the 1st

Good morning March the 1st 
I can hear you raucously roar
as I Ilisten to branches being bent and broken outside my back door
So you’ve made your appearance coming in like a raging lion
Your fiercely fighting just like an acient Greek achaian

Well then since you have come in like a lion let us hope that you go out like a lovely lamb
As you are ranting and raving with your battering ram
Can you not calm yourself down 
tho you have timed your arrival all wrong
You and storm ‘Hor-hay’ has hit us together singing your thunderous song

I expect by the end of your month you should have settled yourself down
Spring will have sprung with a welcomed wonderful renown
So as I lie in my bed listening to your vexation I know too well the month of March can have bad-weather reputation
But I will trust you will blow yourself out just before you vacate and leave us like a lamb with daffodils at my garden gate