Chasing the Window Bead

I scrambled up the curtain folds to reach the high wooden sill. Up here, everything looks huge! Right on the glass, a tiny clear droplet was slowly sliding down. It moved, stopped, and slid again. I leaned in close, tapping the pane with my plush paw to see if it would jump. It wobbled and merged into a bigger bead, then raced all the way to the frame. That was fast! My foot slipped off a pebble on the sill, but I caught myself against a flowerpot. What a neat perch.