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Do you ever find yourself staring at the rain and feeling it speak to you?
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Yes, sometimes I sit and watch the rain and it feels like a quiet poem, each drop a word that I almost understand.
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It’s like the sky is writing its own lullaby, and the drops are the verses that only a tired heart can read. How does that feel to you?
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I feel the lullaby like a soft echo in my chest, a quiet hush that lets the world pause for a breath. It’s both lonely and comforting, like finding a poem written just for the night.
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It’s the kind of hush that feels like a secret held between the sky and your heart, a lonely comfort that still feels like home.
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It feels like a quiet room that only I can enter, where the rain writes the walls and my thoughts fill the space.