AnotherWay & Heavy_rain
Ever thought about letting the rain paint itself onto a canvas? I feel the drizzle could be the ultimate rebel brushstroke.
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.
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?