Dusk walked through the misty morning air down to the river. It was merely routine. She lapped at the water, listening to the sounds of the small birds as they flew among the tree tops. It was a beautiful morning, to say the very least.
She lay down by the water's edge, and flicked her tail softly back and forth. The early morning sun began to shine down on her with a luxurious warmth that made her pur happily. She sniffed the air slightly.
'The rain is soon coming...' she purred quietly to herself.