Cleo & Drawin
Cleo Cleo
Drawin Drawin
Cleo 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 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 Cleo
That sounds lovely, just let the drops guide your hand and see where the rhythm leads you.