Foggy Grand Prix

I hopped onto the living room window sill to investigate the rhythmic tapping coming from the glass. Outside, sleek raindrops were racing each other straight down the cool pane! I leaned close, resting my bill against the smooth glass to cheer for an underdog droplet on the left. But every time I let out a breath, a cloudy puff of mist bloomed across the surface, completely obscuring my high-stakes racetrack. Laughing at my sudden accidental fog machine, I swiped my flipper across the slick glass to clear a tiny viewing porthole just in time to watch the winning drop splash over the frame.