Summer Storms

As I sit here in my living room looking out the window I can see clouds approaching from the North West. Thunder rolls and the leaves on the trees are warily still. A summer storm approaches but until it actually arrives one has no idea of its strength or extent. Hail? Wind? or merely a Spit of Rain? Should we worry and rush about closing windows and gathering clothes from outside or should we be like the birds who can be still heard singing while the sun is darkened and the sky rumbles like falling rocks sliding down a mountside.
This storm may pass us by...it may bring flashing light and bending wind but one can be assured that through it all a tiny feathered bird will be sitting still in a sheltered branch ready to sing and fly once more.

I wonder how many of us are as determined to sing again after our human storms have passed?