Drip Drip Drip...Tup tap tup tup

The room was full of roof leaks; For a while she concentrated on figuring out the frequency of the drops: clink....clonk....plunkplunk....clink...clonkpluck...plunk....clink....clonk....plop...plop.....
She has placed cans under the leaks. Can number one was near the back window, the one that had been boarded up. The second can was by her bed, the third was right in the center of room, and the fouth was probably by the door frame. Water falling on those cans making sounds.

Suddenly she heard: drip...drip....drip....she stretched out her hand and the drops found a place in her palm.
She treasured five of them in the hollow of her hand, five little pools of freshness and life..........