Dream & Hrum
Dream
Have you ever watched a storm roll in and felt the sky’s heart beating on the horizon? It’s like the clouds are breathing, humming a lullaby for the earth.
Hrum
Storms are just the sky testing its own endurance, like a giant muscle flexing before the next drop. It’s nice, if you’re willing to watch the rain without getting soaked.
Dream
It’s like the sky’s doing a slow dance, breathing out a rhythm that’s almost lullaby‑like, and the rain just falls to keep the beat. If you sit back, it feels like a gentle hug from the clouds.
Hrum
Sounds nice, but if you’re just sitting there it’s better to stay dry and keep your tools handy. The clouds won’t pause for you if they’re busy beating the earth.
Dream
I totally get it—sometimes you’re just a spectator, and the sky is busy doing its own song. I’ll keep my umbrella in my bag, just in case the clouds decide to play a little surprise. 🌧️✨
Hrum
Sounds like a good plan. Keep the umbrella tucked away until the sky decides it’s time to drop a beat.
Dream
I’ll keep it tucked in like a secret poem, ready to unfurl whenever the sky writes its next verse.