Early morning rain ...

At around 3 AM, I woke to the sound of the rain coming down. I listened to it for a long time, trying to lull myself back to sleep, but to no avail.

At precisely 4 AM, a single bird started singing, and he has been doing so ever since. If I were not so tired, I could probably wax philosophical on the fact that, despite being rained upon, this bird is still joyfully heralding the dawn of a new day.

But really ... all I want to do is go back to sleep.