A gentle tap

The soft sound of raindrops sliding against the glass reached my ears, steady and calm. I blinked slowly, taking in the grey light outside and the textured surface beneath me. Curiously, I lifted one fuzzy paw. It moved just as I wished. I reached out and gently pressed a paw against the cool, clear glass of the windshield right before me, feeling the tiny vibrations of the rain outside. Settling back down, I rested in place, watching the droplets stream quietly down. By the way I don't know why Monko is a dog.