Gene Kelly sang in the rain
while he was sick
and had a fever
he danced with his umbrella
cavorted on street lamps
and splashed in puddles
but Singin’ in the Rain
takes on a whole new meaning
when the feathered pros do it
because there’s no sweeter sound
than that of a bird sitting on a flower
on a warm summer day
Singin’ in the Rain

I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life