Warm_Rain & Brassjam
I was listening to the rain tonight and it felt like a quiet drum solo, each drop a tiny beat that stretches time. Have you ever felt a storm play its own improvisation?
Absolutely, that’s the groove of a storm—rain drops are like a percussion solo that keeps on humming. I love when thunder drops a chord on cue, turning the sky into a free‑form jam. It’s like the universe is riffing just for you, stretching time into a long, sweet loop that you can’t help but groove to. Keep feeling that rhythm, let it carry you through the night.