C11 Human - Outside Dream

The winter rain outside the window was like an endless amount of beans in a dustpan, as if it were going to break the glass with a snap, and there was no rhythm to it. Listening carefully, it sounded like the keyboard on Mang's fingertips. The sound was crisp and direct.

Yinn Liding sat under the light and read. He turned his head and saw his wife staring intently at the flashing light marker