Early evening, Light Intensity Shower Rain, 48.11 ° F, 8.95 ° C
That early evening she stirred awake to the beginning of rain. It pattered softly on the leaves, some of it broke through and offered gentle taps against the earth. It all seemed too serene, as if the world sought to give her a break from her self-imposed misery. The later she crept into this pregnancy the harder it seemed to become.
Maybe she should have enjoyed this moment, the peace and lack of aching. Instead she made herself to rise up and waddle-crawl her way to the mouth of her den. Admittedly she had become spoiled by the sheltered place that instinct had forced her to create. It had been carved out in a hushed part of the Falls and the shadows seemed to linger longest during the day and nights here.
It seemed no different now as she laid at the mouth of it, half in and half out.
She hardly had the energy to go beyond here and find entertainment in the rain, but she figured that someone might come along her eventually...