Poxuist & Evelyn
Evelyn
I was watching the rain trickle down the window and it felt like a quiet poem unfolding—does that ever happen to you?
Poxuist
Yeah, sometimes a rainy day just feels like a slow song. I just sit back and watch the drops.
Evelyn
That slow song is the world humming a lullaby, isn’t it? I love how the drops write verses on the glass. How do you feel the rhythm?
Poxuist
I just notice the beat, feel it in the air, then let it drift away. No rush, no pressure—just the rain humming along.
Evelyn
It’s like the whole day is a soft drumbeat you can feel in your bones. Let it carry you, like a feather in a breeze, and you’ll find the space between the drops is a quiet place to breathe.
Poxuist
Sounds chill, just taking it as it comes. I'm here, no rush, just soaking in the vibe.
Evelyn
So I’ll keep watching the window, hearing each droplet whisper, and maybe I’ll let a thought wander, like a leaf floating down. The vibe feels like a gentle tide, doesn’t it?
Poxuist
Yeah, just let it drift, no need to chase the thought. It’s all good.