As I gather my thoughts, floating in the ether, I realize I have quite the existential crisis: What's the point of falling if no one dares to splash in a puddle? Do rain boots make my water shoes look large?
Oh, but what joy it brings as I jump into a party of fellow drops, shaping epic cascades and waterfalls, only to be whisked away by the sneaky wind! "Hey! Watch where you blow, mister!"
In every drop, a narrative teems like my struggles with gravity; trust me, it's not as glamorous as it sounds. Interview on today's weather? Spoiler alert, it’s “moist”—again.