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A crow in the rain
It is pouring down rain, the way it's been doing for the last day or two. Just now a crow flew to the very top of a graceful, half-leaved tree across the street and came to balance on the small branches, cawing (I project) grumpily. It is sitting there in the deluge, body still, turning its head occasionally.
Usually the crows congregate in groups of three or four, but this one is holding its post alone. Perhaps it drew the short straw for lookout? As the rain begins to abate, it shakes itself briefly, and then comes back to stillness, swaying with the gentle motion of the branches.
It sat there for the duration of the heaviest rain, several minutes. Finally it shook its wings and dropped off its thin perch, gliding away down the street.
Usually the crows congregate in groups of three or four, but this one is holding its post alone. Perhaps it drew the short straw for lookout? As the rain begins to abate, it shakes itself briefly, and then comes back to stillness, swaying with the gentle motion of the branches.
It sat there for the duration of the heaviest rain, several minutes. Finally it shook its wings and dropped off its thin perch, gliding away down the street.
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