CONCERT IN THE RAIN

It rained off and on throughout the evening..the streets that morning were still wet and by the look of the clouds blanketing the sky…it wasn’t done raining yet. But I took a chance and went for a walk…hoping fate and luck would keep me dry Besides…I love walking when the clouds are low…where I can reach up and touch the sky. And if it starts to shower…as from my many poems you may have ascertained… I enjoy the morning just as much…when walking in the rain. So off I walked in the morning silence I’ve become accustomed to.,, when suddenly in the darkness I heard… somewhere in the trees above me…the song of a mockingbird. One bird who, like me, rose early and ignoring the dark clouds in the sky decided to sing her morning melody…while hoping to stay dry. So I stopped to listen to this bird whose voice was both beautiful and strong… she paused in the middle of her concert and asked if I wanted to sing along. I thanked her but declined…because…I told her…here’s the thing… “Your voice is so just beautiful…I’d rather listen to you sing.” Her next song was a sad song…so sad when her notes floated up to the sky the clouds, too, felt her sadness and they began to cry. And there we were…just the two of us…in a morning I won’t forget a bird and a man who were hoping to stay dry…now happily getting wet. It was a concert I thoroughly enjoyed…even soaked down to my bones… because she did not stop singing…and I refused to let her sing alone. As I walked home when she finished I thought is there a better way to start my day a nicer way to be entertained…. than listening to a mockingbird… give a concert… in the rain.