Rain and the Goldfinch

Rain is such a precious commodity these days. I sat on my screened porch this morning listening to splattering drops on my deck and noted how the drops jiggled the leaves of the plants below. I was mesmerized by a goldfinch eating at the feeder. He picked out a seed, munched it until the shell fell away, swallowed the meat and went back for another seed. As he went about his work, his feathery breast reflected the light in such a way that it looked like the flickering of a candle flame so much itself as to be undeterred by the water falling about it.