The woods are quiet. Gentle breezes, searching through foliage, soften the forest. Limbs sway gently, stretching toward the warmth and light of the sun, while raptors soar overhead, riding heated updrafts from the forest below. Oblivious to such wooded tranquility, the winter wren embellishes the forest ambience with its melodies. Later, clouds form and a gentle drizzle falls bringing cool wisps of air, Clouds collect, thicken and lag heavy with added moisture.
Rain falls hard.
Wrens and raptors find cover. The clouds, releasing their heavy contents, rise and move on. The sun reappears. The forest warms. Air currents rise again.