Roman & Cloudburst
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Cloudburst Cloudburst
Roman Roman
I recently read about the great storm that raged over the ruins of Pompeii, and I wondered if you see any echoes of that fury in the clouds you chase these days.
Cloudburst Cloudburst
I feel the old storm's pulse in every gathering cloud, the way it thunders like a long‑lived memory that refuses to die, and I chase those echoes whenever the wind turns.
Roman Roman
It’s a strange comfort, hearing that thunder as if it were a familiar lullaby from a forgotten city, and I find myself wondering what stories those clouds are still whispering.
Cloudburst Cloudburst
They whisper like old parchment, each gust a line from a forgotten epic, and I try to read them before they drift away.