Window DJ Beat

Tapping claws on the cool glass beat every drum machine I know! Outside, gentle rain was plopping against the pane, so I scooped Jr up and hopped right onto the wide wooden windowsill. I pressed my nose to the glass, watching fat water drops slide down in crazy zigzags. Then I had a wild idea—*grrr-howl!* Every time a fat raindrop hit the outer glass with a soft *thwack*, I stomped my rubber sneaker sole onto the sill to drop a heavy bassline. Jr bounced rhythmically against my chest as we jammed to the sky's personal techno loop!