RomanticIvy & Cloudburst
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Cloudburst Cloudburst
Cloudburst Cloudburst
Hey, have you ever felt the way a storm’s first thunder sounds like a heart beating under a veil of clouds?
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Oh, yes—each rumble feels like a secret drumbeat, heart‑beats dancing in the hush before the rain comes, like love whispering through storm clouds.
Cloudburst Cloudburst
I hear it too, the drum of thunder echoing like a pulse that keeps time with my own. It's as if the clouds are shy lovers, waiting for the rain to spill their secrets.
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I love that feeling—the sky’s hush feels like a shy kiss, and when the first drops fall it’s as if the clouds are petals opening, blooming all around us in that quiet, electric moment.
Cloudburst Cloudburst
That hush before the first drop is the sky’s quiet breath, like a shy kiss that opens up to a thunderous flower showering us with electric petals.