Oh! That sounds...hard. But I like it. [She has to think about that one. Rain. Fast and hard...loud. Heavy! She sits down in front of the boy and brings the acoustic into her lap.
She begins to strum her guitar slowly at first, tapping the guitar itself too, and then picks up speed as the idea for the song forms in her head. Click, clack, thud, the rhythm follows along in her head. She missteps, not getting exactly what she wants, but she's flowing with the music and doesn't care either. She leans over the guitar and cuts off a bit abruptly.]