Anet & Heavy_rain
Ever think how the steady drip of rain could be a kind of cipher, each drop a small key in a secret rhythm?
I hear the drops as letters, each one a quiet pause in the sky's secret poem.
Nice, but the real puzzle is the pattern the drops form, not the individual sounds.
Maybe the pattern is a hidden heartbeat, a rhythm that tells us how the world breathes in quiet, and that’s the real secret.