Joey: (leaning back in his chair) "You know, Rach, sometimes I think clouds are like life—always changing, never staying the same."
Rachel: (sipping her latte) "That's deep, Joey. Did you read that in a fortune cookie?"
Joey: "Nah, it just came to me. Look at that one—like a fluffy pillow. And that one? Totally looks like a meatball."
Rachel: "A meatball? Joey, you're a true artist."
Joey: "Yeah, well, I've been practicing. Remember when we used to lie on the roof of our old apartment building, staring at the sky?"
Rachel: "Of course! Those were simpler times. No worries about rent, jobs, or Ross's latest drama."
Joey: "And no worries about whether we'd end up together or not."
Rachel: (looking away) "Yeah, about that..."
Joey: "Hey, Rach, I get it. We're friends. But sometimes, when the clouds gather, I wonder what if."
Rachel: "What if what?"
Joey: "What if we had taken that leap? What if we'd kissed under those same clouds?"
Rachel: "Joey, we were both in different places back then. Ross, my career, your acting gigs..."
Joey: "But now? We're here, watching clouds, sipping coffee. Maybe it's not too late."
Rachel: "Joey, you're sweet. But we're like those clouds—drifting apart."
Joey: "I don't want to drift, Rach. I want to be the rain that brings you back."
Rachel: (softly) "You always know how to say the right thing."
Joey: "Well, I've had practice. Remember that time we got caught in the rain?"
Rachel: "Oh, yeah! We ran through the streets, laughing like crazy."
Joey: "And then we took shelter under that awning. You were soaked, but you looked beautiful."
Rachel: "And you kissed me."
Joey: "Yeah, I did. But it was just a moment."
Rachel: "A moment I'll never forget."
Joey: "Maybe we need more moments, Rach. Like this one."
Rachel: "Watching clouds and walking in the rain?"
Joey: "Yeah. And maybe, just maybe, we'll find our way back to each other."
