Rain pattered against the window providing the only source of sound that night. The house was dark, no fire was lit for it was late evening. A woman lay within her bed curled up fast asleep, shivering slightly due to the chill outside. Next to her sat a cot, it swayed slightly as the cold wind squeezed through the gaps on walls around the room. There was no child within it, for the child was still to be born, yet there it stood looking slightly eerie in the dark prepared for the arrival.

Now the rain has stopped it is time to move on. The raindrops along the top of the door rest in a line, like sparrows on a branch and glisten enticingly. The beautiful green world is washed and refreshed. Time to go.