Lana & Sylvie
Lana
Have you ever watched rain write its own poem on the window?
Sylvie
Yes, the rain feels like a quiet poet, each drop scrawling a soft line across the glass, turning the window into a trembling page of unspoken verse.
Lana
It’s like listening to a secret story that only the clouds know.
Sylvie
I hear that hush too, a gentle hush that swirls with the wind, as if the clouds are whispering a lullaby only they can read.