It was raining br in the kitchen. br br “Splish...splash! ” br said my footsteps br br enjoying themselves br like never before. br br It was like br a swamp. br br The butter was swimming br in its blue bowl. br br The sugar br had dissolved in its. br br The bread was br sodden br br and was busy losing br a lot of its breadiness. br br Little pieces br of shit br br lazily floated from br the cat’s litter. br br The sink br had half a sink of rain br br in it br as well as last night’s dirty dishes. br br The kettle with the lid left off br had filled itself twice. br br It had never rained br in the kitchen br br ...before. br br The book left open on page 69 br was dying. br br The mobile phone br looked like it wasn’t br br having an exactly br good time. br br The stone br that some kids had thrown br br sat on the table br like a king on its throne. br br The broken skylight br gathered around it br br listening like flunkeys br to everything br br the stone br had said. br br The birthday cake br lay dead. br br The ink br on the letter br br wept br copiously br br ran br away crying. br br Respondez s’il vous plait. br br It was raining in the kitchen.