Shelter in the Storm

I had a delivery to make yesterday; as I was getting ready to leave for home, the lightning started whipping the sky, which responded by weeping with torrential rain.

Driving home, I had occasion to pass the nest. Curious, I pulled over to see what I could see.

There she was, barely moving although her body was undulating mightily. She glared at me but didn't make a sound.

She was drenched, the rain beating down on her; but her babies were safe and dry.