Windowpane Derby

Two fat raindrops were racing straight down the low living room window, and I had to see who would win! I scrambled up onto the wide wooden sill, planting both front paws flat against the chilly glass. My ears swiveled forward, nose bobbing up and down as I tracked the left droplet. It wobbled, gathered speed, and zipped right past a smear of mist. Just as it splashed against the lower wooden trim, I tapped the glass with a swift, triumphant paw strike! Outside, puddles were rippling under the gray sky, but inside, I had a front-row seat to the fastest racer on the pane.