A hummingbird lit, branch to branch.
With the rain and the gray and chill and bits of water falling from the sky, the hummingbird zipped between, buzzing its wings like a tiny fan.
With a rapid shake of its head, it flung more bits into the air.
With perfect form, it posed itself midair before specially colored flowers, then flew away to find others.
The little messengers, with their messages by airmail, made it through the storm.
Living Under a Star 