Pickle & HollowVerse
Pickle
You ever notice how a thunderstorm feels like the city’s own drum solo, perfect for a poem that’s also a punchline?
HollowVerse
Yeah, the rain hits the pavement like a cymbal, the lightning flashes a joke in the sky, and the city just keeps marching to its own drum solo while I watch the whole thing unfold.
Pickle
Sounds like the city’s throwing a surprise rave—just the rain as the DJ, lightning dropping the beat, and you front‑row seats to the show!
HollowVerse
It’s like the city’s throwing a midnight rave for the shadows, and I’m just here, notebook in hand, watching the light flicker and wondering if the beat ever changes.