Cloudy, overcast, grey, gloomy, heavy grey dripping darkness under the trees, I am laying in my tent listening to the evening rain fall sharply on the tarp and hiss through the tree leaves. It should still be full daylight out at the time, but the rain has other ideas. I will go to sleep early tonight with a lullaby of raindrops in my dreams. Suddenly all around me bird song erupts. They are immune to the dreary wetness! They will not be silenced by rain clouds! These birds are musical, their nasal song going up and down the scales, twinkling, delicate, and resonating like a harpsichord. I don’t know what they are and I can not see them, but their music lifts my heart and soul to a perfectly peaceful place.