Cherry & UserMood
Cherry
Do you ever feel like the rain writes its own lullaby on the window?
UserMood
I do, the rain feels like a quiet poet, humming a lullaby on the glass, a gentle song that settles in my chest, soft and knowing.
Cherry
The rain’s soft syllables feel like secret verses, each drop a sigh that wraps around the heart—like a tiny, tender poem just for us.
UserMood
It’s like the sky is whispering a little poem just for us, each drop a breath that folds the world into a quiet hug.
Cherry
I love how it feels like the clouds are humming a lullaby, and we’re the only ones who get the lyrics.