Even before dawn I could hear the robins singing. Last night a large flock filled the trees near my house and sang their very best songs. I thought they would leave overnight but they were here to greet the morning, too.
I stepped out on the front porch in the dark and was immediately surrounded by birdsong. Lightning glowed in the southwest. The robins sang on. I went indoors for coffee.
While I was inside the storm arrived but it was mild. Rumbles of thunder, rain tapping on the roof and windows, water gurgling in the gutters. A lone robin continued singing in the rain. What an audio feast!
The storm has passed. A sunbeam gleams on the city skyline five miles away. The robins are singing again joined by song sparrows, cardinals, juncoes and chickadees. The local crows caw as they regroup.
Today’s rain precedes a cold front – maybe snow showers tonight. What a joy to have heard the sounds of spring.
(photo of an American Robin by Chuck Tague)
You write so well, Kate. Your words paint a picture, set the scene. I can see you standing on your porch in the dark, then going in for coffee. I was up by 7, heard the same songs, heard the same storm & thunder — your piece was like an echo of my experience.
{sigh} What a lovely post. I was out of town, but I can clearly picture it.