I woke this morning at 5am. The rain woke me. As I lay, trying to return to the joysome land of sleep, I heard a peculiar bird whom also had, no doubt, been awakened by the rain storm. He was singing his heart out in spite of his rain soaked plumage.
His song had two verses:
pieo pieo - ti ti ti ti - ti yi ti - pieo
pieo - ti ti ti ti - ti ti ti ti - ti yi ti - pieo
[pieo - quarter note; ti ti ti ti - 4 sixteenths; ti yi ti - triplet]
He was quite mesmerizing and had brilliant rhythm and pitch enough to make Messiaen go quite giddy!!
I will likely never know the type of bird who sang in the rain but I appreciated his help in passing the time until the wondrous gates of sleep opened once more to my willing being!