Smoker & Fiona
Smoker Smoker
Fiona Fiona
Smoker Smoker
You ever notice how the city hums when the rain starts, like a low jazz groove that syncs with the rain's rhythm?
Fiona Fiona
Yeah, it’s like the city takes a breath and the streets start playing a slow groove. I feel the rain tap the rhythm on the rooftops, and the whole place just hums in time, like a quiet jazz band keeping the day alive.
Smoker Smoker
Exactly. I can almost hear the sax solo from the alley behind the cafe, and the whole skyline’s a muted trumpet. It’s the city’s way of saying “let’s breathe again.”
Fiona Fiona
I love that image – the city sounds like a living thing that finally lets its breath out. It’s like the rain is giving the skyline a quiet, deep sigh.
Smoker Smoker
The skyline’s sigh is the city’s own lullaby, a quiet exhale that turns concrete into a soft, breathing organ, just waiting for the next beat of the rain.