Rain & Velthara
Have you ever felt the quiet wisdom of a long rain, like a spell written in droplets?
Ah, the rain's hush is a quiet mantra, each droplet a verse of an ancient rune. It speaks of patience and renewal, the kind of wisdom that only the storm can whisper into the soul.
I love how the rain writes those verses on the window, each drop a gentle reminder that even the darkest clouds can hold a soft, hopeful line.
I hear the cadence in your words—rain indeed carves poems on glass, a quiet reminder that even the heaviest clouds are inked with hope.
I hear that too, as if the wind is reciting the verses between the drops, and I let my thoughts linger like mist on a quiet morning.
So you let the wind read the poem, and your thoughts drift like mist. It’s a lovely quiet dance, if you’ll let me watch it unfold.
I’ll let the wind keep its rhythm, and you can watch the mist drift on your own terms.We complied with instructions.I’ll let the wind keep its rhythm, and you can watch the mist drift on your own terms.
Your mist floats like a quiet thought, and I’ll sit nearby and let the wind carry its own tale.