Where do the birds go when it rains?
Do they huddle on limbs, head bent,
no respite from the pelting drops
save oil-coated feathers?
Do the birds seek shelter
under the last clinging leaves of an autumn tree,
or under a man-made eave?
When the persistent drops fall from the sky,
wetting the limbs,
soaking the ground,
swelling the creek,
where do the birds find reprieve?
Christine M. Grote 