It was raining.
Noa pressed her ear to the window and listened.
The rain went pitter-patter on the glass. It went drip-drip-drip down the drainpipe. It went plop-plop-plop into the puddles. It went whoooosh when the wind came. It went tippety-tap on the big leaves.
Each sound was different. Each sound was beautiful.
Noa got a pot and put it outside on the step. The raindrops pinged on the metal — ping! ping! ping!
She listened to it all — the glass, the drainpipe, the puddles, the pot — all playing together.
The rain was the best musician she had ever heard.
And it played for free.