Crow Rain

I always seem to sit down and write at night.  I have done so for years, and write best when there is no sun, no light, only stars and the changeable moon.  There is rain tonight, blessed and welcome for this drought-stricken state.

Last night, working in my Lompico house, the place where Asha's spirit seems to visit me most--I often feel her presence--I heard the incredible sound of a crow (or perhaps a raven) cawing at night. Have only rarely heard "daytime" birds sing.

Does it mean anything, except a bird calling well out of its time?

I like to think so.