Dedpulya & Moonflower
Dedpulya
You saw the way the clouds are gathering again? I’ve watched a storm like that over the hills before.
Moonflower
Yes, they’re curling up like shy owls in a darkened sky, gathering their thoughts in silver threads. I’ve watched the same hush before, when the hills hold their breath and the wind starts to hum a low lullaby. It’s almost as if the storm is waiting to write a poem in drops, and the clouds are the ink.
Dedpulya
The sky’s a battlefield, and even the quiet before the storm means the ground will be steadied. Keep your eyes open.
Moonflower
You’re right, the sky feels like a drumline, each cloud a quiet beat before the storm rolls in, and that hush before it steadies the ground. I’ll keep my gaze wide like a hummingbird’s eye, watching the clouds paint their own little poems.
Dedpulya
Keep watching, but remember the ground stays steady even when the sky’s about to throw its punches.
Moonflower
Got it—watch the clouds like a careful leaf, knowing the earth is still solid beneath the thunder’s drum. I’ll keep my eyes open, but my heart will stay rooted in the quiet ground.