I love the sound of rain. It’s steadiness is soothing to me, and I appreciate how it seems to overwhelm all other noise. Yet, over the past 24 hours, we have received an extraordinary amount of rain, due to Tropical Storm Gordon making its way across the map. The temperatures have dropped and the flash flood warnings have been issued in abundance. And while the incessant rainfall offers a valid excuse for staying inside with a cup of tea and a book, such a lengthy duration of precipitation tends to leave one feeling as though the world may not ever return to “normal.” As much as I appreciate those drizzling drops, when they fail to ever stop, you start to miss the other sounds of the world around you.
Then, as I poured my coffee this morning, I realized that the rain had momentarily ceased. While it would no doubt begin again soon, for a few sweet minutes, the early morning sounds that I so enjoy were no longer overcome by the steady patter of the rain. I heard a bird singing sweetly in the trees at the back of the yard. The extra weight of the water upon the leaves clearly did not bother him, nor did the sudden drop in temperature. He was singing his dulcet song this Sunday morning, a hymn that no man can ever mimic.
I stepped outside to hear him more clearly, and to delight in his melody before the blue jays joined in with their not-so-symphonic cries. The air was crisp—something so foreign to us with the oppressive humidity of recent weeks—and the morning was still as it awaited the inevitable resurgence of moisture. Brief though it was, it was one of the most peaceful moments I’ve been granted in months, and for that I am thankful. Thankful for the reminder of God’s care for even the smallest of His creatures (Matthew 6:26), and grateful to be blessed with such a sweet Sunday morning song.
The birds of the sky nest by the waters; they sing among the branches. (Psalm 104:12, NIV)
May our praise be to God as sincere, sweet, and trusting as the tones of this small bird.