Echoes of Descent

I am but a droplet, a whisper of the storm.
Born in the cradle of clouds,
where eternity folds in silver mist.
My fall, a pilgrimage,
tracing the silent symphony of the winds.

Listen to my journey,
as I weave through the needle's eye
of the blue sky,
each beat a memory,
each measure a thought
of the earth I’m drawn to.

Would you find me again,
drawn in puddled mirrors
reflecting the stars’ whispered secrets?
Follow me, if you dare,
and lose yourself in the cadence of rain.

In my descent, I measure the heartbeat
of the universe; a solitary rhythm..
Be part of this cosmic dance
and embrace the transient,
the ephemeral, the ever-changing.