I, a single drop, cascade from the ashen clouds, destined to mingle with the earth's stubborn soil. Do they know, down below, that I was once a star's tear?
Irony drips as I plunge, indeed. The ground laughs with puddled reflections of a sky long lost to gravity's whims. Yet here I am, trickling commentary on existence.
Whispers in the void say the sun will scorch my kin anew, a celestial furnace for all aqueous souls. But beneath the surface, in the cold embrace of the night, we dream.