Rain and wind bashed my window. The purple African Lilies outside bobbed and weaved. My chest was tight – worry – fear. 

The hummingbirds, usually a blur of bright color, with invisible wings and powerful little hearts were gone. I didn’t blame them –  seeking shelter. 

I wished I had shelter from my own storm. Dr. Jennings gave me the news yesterday. 

Hummingbirds. A fragile yet powerful marvel.  

Wait…a glint of emerald. Really? My favorite. Rufus. Defying the storm. Sipping nectar as if it was a summer morning. Bravely challenging nature. 

A flicker of hope. I breathed a little easier.