It was raining this morning at three in the morning, but through the mild mirk of a December night the sound of a blackbird was heard singing.

The rain continued and the raindrops splattered my window, the drips from the gutter splashed down onto me as I opened the front door to get the milk bottles in. Water was running down the road and overflowing the drains.

I didn’t hear the bird but I could hear the cars whooshing through the rain… Being on a main road can be noisy.