Coming home late from work, the air feels like a big rainstorm has just passed. Water is dripping off trees, puddles are everywhere, and there is this fresh, clear smell in the air. The sun, however, is shining through gaps in the clouds, making everything sparkle around me.

I must admit to some surprise, as I had no idea it had rained so hard. On the train on my way home, I must have been engrossed in my book and my music, completely shutting out the outside world ... oh well.

Looking out of my living room window at the tree in front of my house, I notice a little bird, sitting on one of the dripping branches. It looks like a really young bird, just out of the egg. It sits very still, head hidden in its feathers.

As I take my camera, the sun comes back out again, and shines on the tree, and the little bird, waking it up. I take the shot, and the bird ruffles its feathers, looks around and flies off.

It didn’t rain again that evening, and the bird didn’t come back.