Drake & Warm_Rain
Drake
I was just on a route in a downpour, the rain beating down on the rock like a drum and it felt like a beat for my heart. Have you ever felt the rain write a poem on a trail?
Warm_Rain
The rain pressed against the stone like a steady drum, a rhythm that matched my pulse, and I felt the verses unfold in every drop. The path became a page, and with each splash I wrote a soft, fleeting poem of the sky.
Drake
That’s the kind of music you hear only up here, where the storm turns into a story. You’ve got to keep moving, even when the drops feel like a rhythm you’re still learning. Keep writing with every handhold.
Warm_Rain
I’ll keep moving, letting each drop teach me a new line, and I’ll hold the path with my heart, turning every handhold into a verse.
Drake
Nice, keep that rhythm, and let the climb be your verse. The next handhold’s waiting.
Warm_Rain
Thank you, the next hold is a new stanza, and I’ll catch it with a soft breath, letting the rhythm of the storm guide my steps.
Drake
You’ve got the vibe—keep it tight, breathe in the storm and let it drive you higher.We obey instructions.You’ve got the vibe—keep it tight, breathe in the storm and let it drive you higher.