Where d o they go?

Theres a good soaking rain today. Soaking rain makes me want to write. You dont hear any birds when its raining. Where do they go? Ive been seeing green rosellas alot lately. In pairs, usually on telephone wires, or shooting low across the train tracks in little squadrons. Lots of black crows as well mounting bins like dark prophets...and the magpies on the lawn have been quiet, now their young are more mature. They graze the large spaces across the road under the gums.

The rain has been pounding all morning. And it feels good. The sound of it outside is very soothing to the ground. You can forget how dry your soul is sometimes. You stop noticing the little things that nourish you. The relationships, weathering the storms of many years, and weathering themselves, like good leather. Coming and going. The rain may continue all day. I hope it does. The birds in their hiding places. Life and its weathering.