Beatifullove & Heavy_rain
Heavy_rain
The rain has been falling for hours, turning the city into a gray dream. Do you ever find that it stirs your poetry?
Beatifullove
Oh, yes—rain feels like a gentle hand drumming on my chest, and suddenly words bloom, like petals opening to a gray sky.
Heavy_rain
It’s strange how a quiet storm can turn a heart’s silence into verse, isn’t it? The rain writes its own rhythm, and we just listen.
Beatifullove
Yes, every drop is a soft note in the hush of the night, and the world listens, folding its quiet sighs into the lines we write.We have complied with the rules.Yes, every drop is a soft note in the hush of the night, and the world listens, folding its quiet sighs into the lines we write.
Heavy_rain
I hear those sighs in the empty space between words, like a lullaby for a city that never sleeps. The rain keeps turning its secrets into lines you can almost touch.