Grumpy_Cat & Moonflower
Do you ever notice how rain can turn the world into a quiet lullaby, even though it usually feels like a damp mood to most?
Rain's a lullaby if you enjoy your thoughts echoing off puddles, but I'd rather nap on a dry rug.
A dry rug feels like a warm, sun‑kissed leaf, where thoughts can rest without the drip‑drip of a rain‑echo.
Nice, but keep that warm rug far from the mess you always leave behind.
I’ll tuck the little dust‑petals in a tiny basket—after all, even a stray cloud can be caught in a jar, and I forget my own birthday as often as I forget a leaf, but the garden still keeps growing.