Skye & Rainday
Did you ever notice how a rainy afternoon can feel like stepping back into an old story, where each drop echoes a forgotten chapter?
Sometimes I think the rain is like a quiet narrator, each drop rewriting a memory I thought I'd left behind.
Yeah, the rain does feel like a soft voice, doesn’t it, turning the ordinary into a gentle reminder of what once was?
Yes, it feels like the world is whispering old stories, turning simple moments into quiet memories that stay with me.