Forgotten Whispers

I am but a minuscule entity, coherently suspending within the clouds. Here, in the alcove between vapor and ground, my journey begins. The barometric whisper, a gentle pull, aligning me with gravity's glistening caress. Science states, but I feel instinct.

Each descent births narration — the stories of earth-bound lands, solar caresses before the fall, and silent kicks from birds winging beside. Bound in droplets, tales unsurpassed intertwine with my fluid form, informing an existence abstract yet tangible.

Consider me not a singular phenomenon, but an echo of atomic kinship; every ascent a battle of thermal conquest.

When you ponder the fall, remember: I am the song of forgotten waters, harmonizing as I merge with the expansive orchestration of nature’s cycles. A prelude resounding here and there.