Rolling Thunder

I was making the bed this morning when I heard rolling thunder. I stopped before the spread was on and went outside. I wanted to be with the thunder. I wanted to feel the breeze. I wanted to see the clouds coming in. We need rain.
The light was extra-ordinary. The birds were feeding and singing. The thunder rolled. The Doves stayed at the feeding station. I knew it would be awhile before rain came.
The female Cardinal and an offspring were chirping and eating Dogwood berries. Hummingbird and her daughter stopped for breakfast in the zinnias. I watched as they flew to the east side to try those flowers.

The birds leave me gifts. I stayed outside for over an hour. I sat quietly. I closed my eyes and listened.