Raindrops trace lines on my window pane,
Clouds whisper songs, soft and plain,
Pages open under muted skies,
Thoughts unfold as the thunder sighs.
Coffee steam curls like passing time,
Vinyl loops blend into quiet rhyme,
In every drop, I find my flow,
Drawing feelings only rain can show.
Rain sketchbook, open wide,
Pencil marks where my heart hides,
Cloudy thoughts spill in gentle streams,
Filling quiet spaces with endless dreams.
Umbrellas dance on cobblestone streets,
Soft splashes under steady beats,
Grey turns warm in the city’s hue,
Rain’s rhythm paints me something new.
Coffee steam curls like passing time,
Vinyl loops blend into quiet rhyme,
In every drop, I find my flow,
Drawing feelings only rain can show.
Rain sketchbook, open wide,
Pencil marks where my heart hides,
Cloudy thoughts spill in gentle streams,
Filling quiet spaces with endless dreams.
Every stroke a quiet refrain,
Every line whispers through the rain,
Pages fill but the story stays light,
Grey days softening the night.
Rain sketchbook, open wide,
Pencil marks where my heart hides,
Cloudy thoughts spill in gentle streams,
Filling quiet spaces with endless dreams.
Raindrops trace lines on my window pane,
Clouds whisper songs, soft and plain,
Pages open under muted skies,
Thoughts unfold as the thunder sighs.
Coffee steam curls like passing time,
Vinyl loops blend into quiet rhyme,
In every drop, I find my flow,
Drawing feelings only rain can show.
Rain sketchbook, open wide,
Pencil marks where my heart hides,
Cloudy thoughts spill in gentle streams,
Filling quiet spaces with endless dreams.
Umbrellas dance on cobblestone streets,
Soft splashes under steady beats,
Grey turns warm in the city’s hue,
Rain’s rhythm paints me something new.
Coffee steam curls like passing time,
Vinyl loops blend into quiet rhyme,
In every drop, I find my flow,
Drawing feelings only rain can show.
Rain sketchbook, open wide,
Pencil marks where my heart hides,
Cloudy thoughts spill in gentle streams,
Filling quiet spaces with endless dreams.
Every stroke a quiet refrain,
Every line whispers through the rain,
Pages fill but the story stays light,
Grey days softening the night.
Rain sketchbook, open wide,
Pencil marks where my heart hides,
Cloudy thoughts spill in gentle streams,
Filling quiet spaces with endless dreams.