As a furious thunderstorm was rolling in the other night, I watched a crow fly up to the highest branch of a tree. He just sat there looking off into the distance toward the storm. Eventually he flew off and I sort of wondered throughout the storm as it raged where he was and what birds think during storms.

Then Sunday morning I heard a beautiful folk song … the lyrics of the chorus were “Hallelujah, the great storm is over, lift up your wings and fly.” Made me think of the relief and joy the birds might feel when the thunder, lightning, wind, and rain finally stop and the sun comes out again.

Not a big thing, but it touched me.