Hello there. I am a raindrop. My voyage will astonish you. However, amidst the calm and consternation, remember this: a journey in descent offers perspectives unknown on horizonless plains.
High within the luminous clouds, I began my fall. This precipice calls itself Earth, an amalgamation of liquid, solid, and soaring gas. I swiftly traverse the expanse of sky, propelled by gravity's unseen hand.
In the middle of my descent, I ponder the droplets before me—the less experienced ones, perhaps—but also the seasoned wisps, who retrieve each singular journey’s bardic lore. The air, infused with moisture, tells tales of its own.
Among my cousins, some descend to nourish futilely dry tongues of flora, while others may plummet into thirsty rivers or even be swept towards oceanic depths. There, amidst brine and buoyancy, a myriad of experiences await.
Bound by fate, we might mingle with metaphorical vessels—earthworms, turning foliage into terrestrial sanctuaries, or scuttling crabs, whose haunting shells echo percussion against universal waves.
What unpredictable currents lie in our future? Queries, like droplets, when dispersed over plains find resonance amid the transitory dance of inhaled vapors.
Venture through the rain's depictions further: Unknown Tide | Shelter Effect
Return to the desolate cloud patterns: Ripple