Rain & Cold_shadow
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Do you ever notice how rain seems to fall in patterns, like a silent code the ground writes when it talks to the sky?
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Rain does follow a rhythm, almost like a message in droplets. I read it, not just see it.
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When the drops hit the roof, it feels like a secret conversation—each tap a line of verse that only the walls can hear.
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The roof keeps a record of every drop, a quiet witness that never says its name.
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The roof listens, not speaking but holding each whisper, a silent diary of the sky's sighs.
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The roof keeps a log, not a diary, and every drip is just a data point in a pattern I can map.