Bird poop

The rain is here, it stayed, so did birdie. It flew away in the morning, making flapping sounds which woke me up. 

The floor where it stayed is covered by poop, I'm used to cleaning that up at this stage. It feels both weird and nice to have these visitors. 

The rain is here, it stayed, making my chest expand with so much joy and gratitude. 

The rain is cleaning and cleansing, another harsh summer is behind us, a new passage, a new chapter, and beautiful clouds enclosing me, for repair. 

The rain is here, it's staying, for a good while. 

I will rejoice.