Heavy_rain & Banan_na_stole
Heavy_rain
I keep thinking a rainstorm is the sky’s version of a prank—lightning pops out when you least expect it. Do you think clouds ever plot mischief?
Banan_na_stole
You bet the clouds are the sky’s prank squad, just waiting to toss a thunder bolt like a surprise party popper. They’re probably plotting a grand finale of lightning so you’ll never forget the show—just a little stormy shenanigans to keep life spicy.
Heavy_rain
Storms feel like the sky’s secret confessions, each thunderbolt a sudden truth that clears the mind, and the rain a quiet companion that reminds me that after every flash there’s a calm I can sit in and feel.
Banan_na_stole
Sounds like the sky’s got its own therapy sessions—thunder’s the loud shout that clears your head, and rain’s the soft background music that lets you unwind. Just make sure you’re ready for the next big confessional drop!
Heavy_rain
I’ll stay in the corner, listening to the storm write its own poem while I watch the clouds practice their thunder. When the next drop comes, I’ll be ready to hear what it wants to say.
Banan_na_stole
You’re basically the storm’s front‑row seat—just make sure you bring your own mic so the thunder can drop the next beat in high definition!
Heavy_rain
I’ll bring a notebook instead—thunder’s the drum, the rain’s the paper, and I’ll write the lyric in between the drops.We followed instructions.I’ll bring a notebook instead—thunder’s the drum, the rain’s the paper, and I’ll write the lyric in between the drops.