Acoustic Splash

Midday heat was baking the tiles, but I spotted something irresistible right in the shadow of the tall zinc watering can—a dangling, coiled rubber nozzle drip! One plump droplet was hanging by a thread, glistening like a glass bead. Naturally, I couldn't just watch it fall! I darted forward, planted my boots firm, and swung my striped bat in a lightning-fast upward scoop right as gravity won. Crack! Or rather—splat! The droplet exploded against the bat's painted tip into a million starry mists, showering my face and leaving a cool, dark splatter ring right on the hot concrete. Ha! Bullseye!