Blue at the Beginning and Blue at the Ending

Early this morning the bluebird thunked and thunked at the living room window, after hunting from my rearview mirror (which I know because of his "leavings" on the driver's door).  

Later, sleet fell -- several times.  Or was it hail?  Perhaps it was hail the first time, but then just freezing rain.

At 4, I walked out of the shop where I work and what I saw was miraculous: blue sky and sunshine.  The first of either since January 8.  In the car, on the way to a reading, I couldn't resist singing, "Blue skies, smiling at me."

Please, Mr. Bluebird, come again tomorrow and bring that sky back with you, OK?