Birds of the After Rain

The chirping from birds of the after rain
Brought me to joy as they sang

The song they sang was such a sweet song
Such golden tones both short and long

An arc of rain and bow was above
It complimented their song of love

A heavenly spectrum that reflected aftermath
On the pigeons' shimmery and puddled footpath

They splashed and sung with endless bliss
Dancing in unison with a hop and a twist

They Chirped and shrieked their splendid notes
As they flapped their feathery little coats

What a beautiful day to have been alive
It would've been tragic to miss their jive

The birds uplifted my weary and weathered soul
Giving me anticipation for other joys to behold