Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote…

The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, 

And bathed every veyne in swich licóur 

Of which vertú engendred is the flour…

Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages.

When April showers

Bring May flowers,

Folks start thinking about

Getting out.

Hiking to Canterbury, for example, and trading stories along the way.