Floating...

The rain fell in a lazy attitude, dropping without a care. The sky filled from horizon to horizon with the most boring grey cloud. A blanket of dullness, as if the weather just couldn't get out of bed and this was all it could think of, bored by its own apathy.
No wind stirred the trees, the birds sat looking out with melancholic beaks dripping with rain, there was nothing to sing about.

On the inky black stillness of the river, they met, cautious yet un-afraid. They circled and bowed, touched beaks, and then quietly chatted amongst themselves. In the hidden recess of a fishing bay, a ballet, floating as if in the night sky. In the rain I stood and watched.

I don't know what today will bring.....but I am thankful that I stopped in the dull miserable weather to observe such grace, elegance and gentle beauty.

:)