breath of a raindrop

Let's sit and talk about our deepest fears and desires. Stay a while

Rupert is frustrated, with the thoughts of raindrops around him. He is confused and flustered and wonders what to do about it. He had found a chest, a chest of secrets and neat things that one could imagine a chest would hide. He told his secret to a raindrop, the smallest raindrop there was. A whisper and a hum and then it was gone. The secret was out in the air, spiralling around the two, and they smiled and exchanged adventures.

But, the raindrop wouldn't stay put to listen to Rupert's stories and adventures, he would slip away and hide in the threads of Ruperts clothes.

Rupert scowled at all of this, upset that the raindrop wouldn't listen. A raindrop that joined with others and fell from the sky in big heaps.

Window panes are the best at collecting these stories. Holding onto them tightly and sharing them with the glass that they fit so well with. Whispering secrets to each other that the dripping of rain could cover.

Windows and walls are secret keepers.

I wonder what walls and windows would say if they could talk past a rabbit whisper.