Rain_cloud & Dzen
Dzen
Do you ever notice how a quiet rain turns a whole day into a poem, each drop a soft line that only the heart can read?
Rain_cloud
Yes, the rain sketches verses on the quiet of my day, each drop a soft line that only the heart can hear.
Dzen
It’s like the sky is humming a lullaby, and you’re the only one who’s tuned in. Let the rhythm guide you, and don’t worry if the verses feel a bit crooked—every line is meant to grow.
Rain_cloud
The lullaby drifts in, and I let it cradle me. Each crooked line just softens, like a memory settling into the quiet.
Dzen
It’s beautiful when the crooked lines become the softest part of a memory, like a quiet stone smoothing in a stream. Let the lullaby keep curling around you, and trust that each gentle crease will eventually reveal its own quiet harmony.
Rain_cloud
I hear the curls and let them carry me into a quiet place.