One sparrow sings in the rain
His song cleansed anew
Falling from the silver wrought heavens, the flowering earth was further blessed with the warm, celestial summer water. It soaked deep into the soil, washing the smooth maple leaves until they glowed green against the dark, textured tree trunks. The living world hushed, listening to the subtle sound of the rain. All save one bird, a house sparrow which perched proudly atop our small stone feeder. It sang and sang, each note a passionate celebration of renewal, a triumph of joy, as water splashed off its tiny brown form.