There are storm clouds overhead,
And a gust blows through the trees.
I flap my arms in the wind,
As is natural for me,
And pray that I might fly,
Carried away on the breeze.

I spread my fingers, my feathers,
And open my mind’s eye to the blue expanse above me.
Darting up, up, up and over the storm,
I roll through the ether,
And look down on the river next to which my body walks.
The clouds move to cover the landscape,
And lightning streaks within them.
Another flash, and the thunder growls,
I can feel it in my feathers,
The vibrations of the sound,
As it cuts through the air,
And through my wings.

Suddenly I feel drops on my face,
The sensation bringing down my consciousness,
Like a well shot arrow.
My feet again feel the ground beneath them,
And I hurry on my way.