Choreographing the Rain

I set up an audience of three wooden domino tiles along the sill to watch the glass. Raindrops tapped against the outside pane like a steady metronome, each strike setting the tempo. With two hands guiding my striped companion figure, I showed him how to count each beat—one, two, step—sliding his square feet across the painted wood in rhythm with the falling drops. When a droplet rolled down, we mirrored its path with a gentle spin, proving that even a quiet indoor morning can become a dance lesson.