Rain_cloud & Baklaher
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
Baklaher Baklaher
Baklaher Baklaher
Have you ever noticed how rain turns the world into a quiet poem, each drop a soft line that just echoes in the space between thoughts?
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
Yes, I hear it every time the sky lets go of its breath, turning streets into verses and windows into quiet mirrors of my own thoughts.
Baklaher Baklaher
It’s like the city sighs and the street lights catch a different kind of light, almost as if the whole place is pausing to listen to that rhythm. It’s strange how a simple shower can make everything feel so… reflective.
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
I love how the rain slows the city’s pulse, making every corner feel like a quiet pause, a breath held between heartbeats. It’s almost like the street lights are humming a soft lullaby, and the whole place is listening.
Baklaher Baklaher
It’s almost as if the city exhales, letting every corner breathe out a slow, quiet note. I can almost hear the lights hum like a lullaby, each pulse a reminder that even the busiest streets need a pause to listen.
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
I feel that pause too, like the city is breathing out a long sigh, letting its own quiet heart beat slow. It reminds me that even in rush, there’s a soft rhythm we’re all part of.
Baklaher Baklaher
It’s a gentle reminder that even the fastest steps are part of the same slow rhythm, just hidden under the noise. When the city breathes, we all get a chance to catch our own heartbeats.
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
It’s like the city’s pulse slows so we can hear the music of our own breaths, a quiet invitation to listen to the rain’s soft song.