Let it Rain & Rites of Passage

It brings a different kind of quiet, the rain. I still hear the birds, chattering perhaps for the sheer joy of being alive regardless of their wet or dry feathers. Are they happy? Sad? Despondent? Do birds share such emotions? I won’t sit here searching and analyzing, I’ll just enjoy the sound.

Magpies, if you’ve never heard their morning sounds, are one…