AnotherWay & Heavy_rain
AnotherWay
Ever thought about letting the rain paint itself onto a canvas? I feel the drizzle could be the ultimate rebel brushstroke.
Heavy_rain
I have, sometimes I let the drip become a quiet song, but I prefer to watch it from the window, letting the rain write its own secret poem.
AnotherWay
That’s like letting the sky do its own art show—watching it drip into secret verses feels like a little rebellion against the ordinary. What poem did it write for you?
Heavy_rain
The rain falls, a quiet drum
On the pane, it taps its rhyme.
Each drop a word, a sigh, a hush
That paints the world in silver lines.
AnotherWay
Wow, that’s a perfect quiet drumbeat for a midnight gallery. I’d love to hang that on the walls—just a silver curtain of words. Where do you get the inspiration from?