The sky begins to merely lighten in the constant overcast view. Heavy mist clings to the mountains on the other side of the valley, it shifts slightly as the temperature drops just enough to notice. A light rain begins to play a light rhythm on the tin roof. A small bird adds its call to the dawn sound.
Beyoo-BOO! Beyoo-BOO!
Some small insect joins in with its light percussive sound, uncertain as the triangle player in an orchestra when he only has a few notes to play. And then becoming too excited in the moment.
CliICK! Cli-ICK!
clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick click!
And the other dmall birds of the forest join in as the rain slows to a patter and works its way down the drains as the light slowly rises.
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