The Coming of Rain
I woke up in the cave with a lot of sleeping nestlings sprawled around me as usual. But I was distracted by something else. The air had a heavier feel to it and the cave that was dry, had taken on the scent of wet mud.
Odd.
Lastly, there was a distinctive pitter-patter sound from outside that made me blink with disbelief.
No way…was that rain?
I rose from my bed of leaves and climbed out of the cave, careful not to touch any of the sleeping nestlings on my way out. Passing the curtain of leaves that concealed the cave entrance, I was met with the usual sombre forest, but wet.
Blackened tree trunks dripped water, creating plinking puddles on the ground as the rain water became heavier. The top of trees were thick with white mist that moved like clouds, and except for the loud cries of airborne creatures amidst the murmur of rain – the forest floor was silent.