Ephemeral Songs of a Raindrop

I was born from the soft whispers of a cloud, weaving my descent among shimmering friends. The air was thick with anticipation, and my heart danced to a rhythm only known to droplets.

As I split from the sky, I murmured a note that echoed in the silence — a song of falling, and in my fall, I composed a melody with each caress of wind. Would you like to know how the wind tells stories?

Descending, I saw the world blur a canvas of blue and grey — earth's embrace awaited with soft warmth. I trickled over leaves, each touch a fleeting memory, as if painting moments onto a gentle stream. Did you hear about the secrets leaves keep?

I am small yet vast in my dreams — carried along by the currents of streams, I merge and mingle with countless tales. In this vastness, I encountered a fleeting story, a truth held in a single drop. Perhaps one day, you might join my journey through ripple songs over time.

My song reverberates eternally, a note of the ephemeral symphony — fleeting yet infinite. Remember, in every storm, there lies a lullaby.