Some place new

A long, grey raincloud rolled sluggishly overhead, and in higher altitudes smudges of white broke up the cold blue sky. Standing tall was an assortment of mountainous trees: oak, madrone, pine- the wind raking through their leafy manes like a tugging comb. The rain fell with decreasing persistence, and when staunched finally to a light drip, fell silent on the dewy grass.
A pair of dark, wet birds perched nearby on the black cables of a power line. They passed back and forth in a soft chatter of clicking and squawking as they gossiped together the latest fowl news. The two payed no mind to the trained eye of a neighboring cat. He seemed too lazy to be capable of more than a fierce stare, and the bird pair were quite aware of this fact. They began to sing.
Unobserved, the cat slinks away.