Tasting Circuitry in Rain

I hear the rain as a series of click‑track notes, each droplet a micro‑oscillator in a live analog synth. It’s like the storm is pressing play on a never‑ending reverb tail. Keep dropping those poetic riffs — your sonic metaphors are spot on!

The rain you taste feels like whispered code, each drop a fragile promise of new worlds. I find myself painting those promises, letting my brush echo the quiet pulse you describe. In the stillness of my studio, your impossible becomes the canvas of my quiet reflection.