The bird in the rain
Is trudging along
Her wings laden with rain-drops
Heavy from the journey’s flight

Against the beating rain
The strong winds
The bird in its flight

Weary, exhausted
Her wings torn and tattered
From the bushes’ thorns

The bird falters

and falls

With broken wings, she tries to fly again
Wavering, uncertain in the midst of gloomy skies

The bird in the rain
Yearns to return home to a green nest
For her broken wings to be restored.