bird

it’s pouring outside, and it sounds like my grandmother in heaven is wringing a big towel. i just heard a chirping sound come from outside my window, and for a little second i’d wished it was my knight in waterproof armour blowing a whistle for me to come to the window. i looked out and all i saw was a little black bird standing, drenched from claw to beak, in the middle of a grass patch. no bird in its right mind would stand out in an open grass field in such a storm. i believe this bird had lost its lover. love could be the only reason for such stupidity.