Again, the birds were singing. Another dawn chorus was closing with the lingering sounds of the birds’ early morning activities. A few finches called out and flitted between some branches on a nearby tree. Crows and magpies were up and about and a wood pigeon was privately cooing what sounded like a melancholic weather prophecy.
|A single raindrop dances against the window.|
The air was fresh and cool – lifting the weight of yesterday’s muggy brow, blowing out the cobwebs.
The birds were singing and chirping loudly but, in the distance, the sky appeared a heavier grey and was moving in. White blossom on a tree contrasted with its dark backdrop, like doves, whose wings flash a metallic white streak against stormy skies, catching attention.
Looking against the darker patches to find signs of rain, the colours seemed pixelated. Reaching out towards the sky, there was nothing to show for rain – but everything about the weather suggested it is raining!
After a few minutes, the skies had become neutral white, like a blank page; the birds were quiet and the blossom had receded into the general scenery – birds seem to stay quiet when it rains.
But it wasn’t raining and so I returned indoors to type up this blog post for today’s Wildlife Trusts’ nature challenge. The small potted apple tree needed watering and it looked like someone was going to have to do it later…and maybe write about it.
There is something exciting about the rain. It brings out the colours of life.
A blank page waited for some ink. Unexpectedly, a magpie scratched at the window, trying to grasp the frame but unable to get a grip with its indelicate claws – for a few moments, it hovered with its wings outstretched, flapping - trying to keep its balance.
After its brief dance, it flew off. Nearby on another window, was the first raindrop!
One drop on the window pane. Dancing in the rain, again!
For the #30dayswild post in 2016, Nature Challenge : Dance in a Downpour, click here.