Joy

 

Arcaion - Pixabay

As I walked in the light rain after supper, I listened to the birds singing

I paused and identified

Robins

Only Robins

Singing praise for the rain

The air was full or the music

 

Cold breeze

Robins rejoicing

Slow spatter of drops

 

I resumed

Smiled

Breathing deeply I quickened my pace

 

I guess I don't mind being fired.

 

_RHTM_