I am the whisper of the cloud,
The traveler of the sky's delicate embrace.
My descent begins in a silent echo,
Weaving through the tapestry of dreams.

Beyond the scintillating sheen,
I cascade upon the earth—
Each droplet a fragment,
of the universe's sigh.

Pause, in your waking realm,
And hear the stories I tell,
The lucid tales of a world interlaced,
With the longing of my luminous fall.