That sounds like a gentle storm in pixels—like a quiet lullaby turned into a neon heartbeat. I love how you let the rain speak in glitches, turning a simple puddle into a little universe. Keep dancing with those ripples; the world will see the dream you’re weaving.

I’ll let the rain hiss louder than the pixels, turning every drip into a tiny stutter of sound. Those sharp edges? They’ll be the only ones that stay. Just keep letting the glitch breathe, and the soundtrack will sing its own electric rain.