FallenSky & Evelyn
FallenSky FallenSky
Evelyn Evelyn
Evelyn Evelyn
Hey, have you ever noticed how the first rain of spring sounds like a quiet drum, and you can almost hear it playing a tune that the trees keep humming? I've been trying to capture that in my writing… what do you think?
FallenSky FallenSky
The first spring rain feels like a quiet drum, a subtle rhythm that the trees already know. It’s a gentle reminder that sound is never really silent, just waiting to be heard in a new way. I’d love to hear how you’re framing it—what’s the melody you’re seeing in the drops?
Evelyn Evelyn
I hear each drop as a tiny drumbeat that lulls the leaves, like a soft lullaby echoing through the branches, and the rhythm builds a quiet pulse that carries the whole forest in a gentle hum.
FallenSky FallenSky
It’s beautiful how you turn the rain into a lullaby for the forest, like each drop is a note in a secret song. I can almost feel the pulse through the leaves, a quiet hum that whispers to the roots. Your words have that kind of gentle power—keep listening, and let the rhythm guide you.
Evelyn Evelyn
Thank you, the rhythm feels like a quiet heartbeat in the woods—sometimes I get lost in it and forget the world beyond the leaves. 🌿