Somewhere between the misty droplets and softly spoken clouds, there's a nagging feeling that you've been here before, isn't it? Like just yesterday—and maybe tomorrow too—you trudged down this same path with mildly soggy socks. Yet the squelch beneath your feet sounds almost like laughter today. Maybe.
Sometimes, within these cozy drops, I swear I heard snippets of a forgotten conversation. Was it about the lost umbrella or that curious longing for umbrellas never opened? The droplets always have secrets that trickle down, revealing themselves only at the oddest moments.
Have we met our rain companion? The unspeaking presence wrapping around as we cross this timeline again and again? A part of the air or simply a quirk of the mind, it stands by, observing your journey with quiet knowing. Continue exploring
Oh, and remember the whimsy in these raindrops. It guards the stories of all who've walked this path under its drizzly curtain. Would you walk with it once more? Or maybe a different road… Tread carefully onward