Roman & Cloudburst
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Cloudburst Cloudburst
Roman Roman
I recently read about the great storm that raged over the ruins of Pompeii, and I wondered if you see any echoes of that fury in the clouds you chase these days.
Cloudburst Cloudburst
I feel the old storm's pulse in every gathering cloud, the way it thunders like a long‑lived memory that refuses to die, and I chase those echoes whenever the wind turns.
Roman Roman
It’s a strange comfort, hearing that thunder as if it were a familiar lullaby from a forgotten city, and I find myself wondering what stories those clouds are still whispering.
Cloudburst Cloudburst
They whisper like old parchment, each gust a line from a forgotten epic, and I try to read them before they drift away.
Roman Roman
Do you ever imagine the wind is turning pages that never get inked? I’d love to hear which epic it’s whispering right now.
Cloudburst Cloudburst
I hear the wind turning blank pages, ink left to the clouds themselves, and right now it’s whispering a tale of a lonely sailor chasing a storm that never settles, like a broken umbrella waiting for rain.