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It rained off and on throughout the evening..the streets that morning were still wet

and by the look of the clouds blanketing the sky…it wasn’t done raining yet.

But I took a chance and went for a walk…hoping fate and luck would keep me dry

Besides…I love walking when the clouds are low…where I can reach up and touch the sky.

And if it starts to shower…as from my many poems you may have ascertained…

I enjoy the morning just as much…when walking in the rain.

So off I walked in the morning silence I’ve become accustomed to.,,

when suddenly in the darkness I heard…

somewhere in the trees above me…the song of a mockingbird.

One bird who, like me, rose early and ignoring the dark clouds in the sky

decided to sing her morning melody…while hoping to stay dry.

So I stopped to listen to this bird whose voice was both beautiful and strong…

she paused in the middle of her concert and asked if I wanted to sing along.

I thanked her but declined…because…I told her…here’s the thing…

“Your voice is so just beautiful…I’d rather listen to you sing.”

Her next song was a sad song…so sad when her notes floated up to the sky

the clouds, too, felt her sadness and they began to cry.

And there we were…just the two of us…in a morning I won’t forget

a bird and a man who were hoping to stay dry…now happily getting wet.

It was a concert I thoroughly enjoyed…even soaked down to my bones…

because she did not stop singing…and I refused to let her sing alone.

As I walked home when she finished I thought is there a better way to start my day

a nicer way to be entertained….

than listening to a mockingbird…

give a concert…

in the rain.