The birds are still singing

All month birds have been singing. Every time I go outside, there are birds singing. One of the birds is a nightingale and the others are sparrows or mourning doves. The weather has been variable and cool. The temperature is not in the triple digits, sometimes wind blows or clouds hide the sun, and one day it rained. Through all of this cool and weird weather the birds continue to sing. I cannot be unhappy or depressed when I hear a nightingale sing.

A nightingale sings
Proclaiming his happiness:
Who can be depressed?