Cleo & Drawin
Cleo
I was watching the rain fall through the window and felt a quiet poem start to bloom, would you ever capture that in a sketch?
Drawin
Yeah, I’d love to. Let me grab my sketchbook and turn that quiet poem into a little rainy doodle. I promise I’ll capture the drip‑drip rhythm in paint or pencil.
Cleo
That sounds lovely, just let the drops guide your hand and see where the rhythm leads you.
Drawin
Sure thing, just stare at the drops, let them tap a beat on my page, and I’ll let the sketch dance around that rhythm—maybe a splash of color or two to keep the mood moving. Let's see where the rain takes me.
Cleo
That sounds so tender, just let the rain write its own verses on your paper.