A little birdie on my windowsill told me once everything happens for a reason, and that the great deity has a plan. He said it with a bird like smile and mumbled to himself worms had been scarce this year.

I must say, this seemed a bit odd to me, and I smiled at him and said I was sorry things weren't looking well for him. I told him I'm sure there will be a nice rain soon and he will have all the worms he can eat. Maybe he could keep his family fed for many weeks. He told me that was a pleasant thought, but because there were no worms for so long he had to borrow alot of worms from so many other birds he would have to pay them back on the next rain, he feared that there wouldn't be any worms left for himself or his family. He looked down at his his feet and looked very morose. I smiled and said, don't worry, god has a plan remember? He chuckled to himself and said you know, I bet your right and said his thanks and flew off to his home which wasn't to far from my window.

the next day I turned on the news, stocks were down, and they feared It would only get worse. they had also mentioned a nice rain that night. I called for my little birdie friend like I did most days to speak with him.

he flew right up and said hello, we exchanged pleasant words and then I told him about the rain. He was very happy about the news and said that he should prepare for the next rain. I told him to run along and that If he needed anything you just hop on by.

that night I laid in my room and listened to the storm. the wind howld and the thunder cried and occasinally the lightening filled my room with bright fire. I thought of my little birdie and how happy would be at the rain and I hoped there would be enough worms to pay the other birds, aswell as have some worms of his own to feed his family. The storm grew louder and stronger and I heard the radio saying the storm had grown terribly strong and they believed multiple tornados had been seen in the area. I thought nothing of this, because like so many other times, I thought my self invincible to all things escpecially a measly little tornado.

about an hour later, the earth began to rumble and my room began to shake. It wasn't to much longer before I saw the sky grow bloody red and green and the storm began to cry with a meniacal laughter and then suddenly fade away. the rain died down and a faint sprinkling continued on through the night. I laughed to myself thinking how I really was invinvible, nothing would ever hurt me, I had nothing to worry about.

the next morning I went to my window to call for my little friend, but he never came. this confused me because he always came to my window to greet me. I went outside to his little tree and saw the storm had ripped some of the branches right off the tree. I looked a little closer and there was his wife and children crying. I asked why there were so sad and where my little friend was.

the wife told me that last night her husband was so worried about the worms that he went out into the strom to try and find some worms, before all the other birds could get to them. But the storm grew so strong he was killed by a branch falling on him. She went on to say they were so close to getting caught up and now she didn't know what they would do. She made a half way smile and looked at me and said, It's ok, god has a plan, everything happens for a reason.

I stood there stunned and looked at her for a moment. how could they keep on smiling after all this had happened? I'd had so much happened to me over the years, and I could still feel its grip on me now and again always driving me to let go. I decided to help in there cause and found some worms to give the wife and went inside to sit and think for a while.

I came to my tiny little room and sat on the bed a cried a little to myself thinking of what had transpiried. why do we continually go down this road, this rat race, ever faithful that we are here for a reason, and that there is a plan. why do we have so much loss, and yet go on, waiting for our own turn to be caught up in the storm and loose the only thing that matters in our own tiny little tree. what happens to ones we leave behind? How do they go on without us? why do we make ourselves always a step behind, always trying to get by, just to make it another day. It doesn't make any sense to me. why do so many suffer when others think they're invincible. It would be so much easier to let go. but I guess it's ok, I mean god has a plan, but not for my little friend and his family.