Rain falls hard.
Dripping.
Dropping.

Each drop has a story to tell.
Some of them are screaming
to get their story told before they
hit the ground and die.

Some of them are quiet.
They stay still and then suddenly
gently whispers in my ear.
Kind words.
Comforting words.

And I listen.
I listen like I've never listened before.

I breathe the air filled with secrets.