Chasing Raindrops

I waddled back up to the wooden window sill because tiny drops of rain were tapping on the glass with quiet clicks. I am Kitty cat, but you can call me Sharki! Outside, water was sliding down in curvy trails like little swimming silver fish. I pressed my plush front paw against the inside of the glass to catch one fast droplet, but it darted right under my paw and raced down to the sill frame. I rested my chin flat against the cool pane, watching the droplets bump together to make bigger pools. It felt like watching a tiny ocean slide down from the sky.