thunderrainstorm

The stars were glittering with all their beauty above the moorlands. The night was silent with only the sounds of croaking frogs, singing crickets and the wind blowing across the grass. The atmosphere was peaceful near the twolegplace. A white kitten was seated behind a semi-closed window, the stars glimmering into her deep blue eyes. She inhaled deeply as she stood there, waiting for several minutes before finally standing up from her seat. Turning around she allowed her gaze to travel throughout the forest that stretched beyond her garden. The forest seemed motionless, as if time had stopped passing. But a rustle in the bushes slightly caug