Selin & Whiskey
Whiskey Whiskey
You ever notice how a rain‑soaked afternoon smells like a fresh chapter, the kind that makes you want to write something just before you forget it?
Selin Selin
Yes, I think the rain writes its own verses on the air, and I just hear the invitation to put my thoughts on paper before they drift away.
Whiskey Whiskey
So you’re listening to the sky write poetry—good, that’s what we’re all trying to do when the world feels like a blank page. Grab a pen, lay your thoughts on that paper, and before they slip through your fingers, let the rain just be the soundtrack to whatever you’re about to say. The trick’s in keeping the ink dry before the storm’s over.
Selin Selin
I let the rain’s hush be my quiet muse, paper in hand, words steady like the drops—just before they fade.
Whiskey Whiskey
Sounds like you’re catching the sky’s secret note before it slips away—nice. Just remember, the best verses are the ones that don’t need the weather to finish the thought. Keep pen steady, mind steady, and let the drops be your applause.