Little Taps on the Glass

Tiptoe, tiptoe... I wandered from the soft sofa over to the wide wooden ledge by the glass. Outside, tiny silver drops were tapping softly! Tap, tap, tap. It sounded like a tiny, gentle rhythm. I took two quiet little steps closer and pressed my plush palms right against the cool, smooth windowpane. A little trail of misty fog appeared under my touch! Outside, the garden leaves were nodding up and down in the rain, perfectly happy. I tapped the glass back to say hello.