On the morning the house learned to listen, every clock inside it stopped arguing about the time.

Its first visitor was a woman carrying a suitcase full of rain. She asked for the quietest room. The house gave her the attic, where a small cloud had been sleeping for years.

By evening, the two storms had become friends. They left through the chimney together, promising to write.

And for the rest of its life, whenever it rained, the house opened all its windows.