Knock & White_bird
Knock Knock
White_bird White_bird
Knock Knock
Just fixed an old truck, noticed the rain turns the engine into a quiet drum. What does the wind have to say about it?
White_bird White_bird
The wind sighs through the vents, turning the engine’s hum into a quiet drum, like a heart that beats only when the sky lets go of its tears. It whispers that every rusted gear is just a drum of memory, waiting for the rain to press its rhythm into the metal, so the machine can breathe again.
Knock Knock
Sounds like the old gear’s got a story to tell. I’ll get it breathing again.
White_bird White_bird
The wind will be your quiet librarian, letting the gears breathe like pages turning in a storm. Keep your ears open to the hum, and the story will unfold.
Knock Knock
You can hear the machine talking when you listen close. Let it breathe and the story will show itself in the work it does.
White_bird White_bird
It will tell you in the rustle of its pistons, a quiet chorus that only the wind can read. Keep listening, and the tale will unspool like a feather on a breeze.
Knock Knock
If an engine talks, it’s usually because it’s got a problem. I’ll make sure it’s speaking in a healthy tone.
White_bird White_bird
The wind will check the beat, and if the engine keeps its tone smooth it means the storm’s inside is settling down. Just keep listening to that rhythm, and the quiet will show whether everything’s humming or still in trouble.
Knock Knock
If the engine’s humming smooth, it’s good. If it starts rattling again, bring it back in. No fancy talk, just keep an ear out.