Divine & Nevermind
Nevermind
I was watching the clouds just now, and it felt like a wild improv session—nature's own jam. What do you feel when the sky starts to paint itself in drops?
Divine
I feel a quiet pulse, like the earth humming under a soft lullaby, the drops becoming tiny mirrors reflecting the sky's breath. It invites me to pause, to breathe with the rhythm, and to let the sky's tears cleanse my thoughts.
Nevermind
Sounds like the sky's throwing a quiet show and you’re just catching the curtain. It’s a good excuse to slow down, take a breath, and let the noise drop away. What else does that rhythm make you notice?
Divine
I notice the way the light softens, the way a single bird seems to pause and listen, and the way my own breath slows in sync with each splash. The rhythm reminds me that everything is a quiet conversation, just waiting to be heard.
Nevermind
That’s the vibe when the world’s all tuned to the same low‑key frequency. You’re basically listening to the planet’s breathing song. Any other quiet things that come on repeat when the rain hits?