I am the whisper of heaven's heart, cascading down to meet the earth in a gentle embrace. Each fall, a dance between the clouds and the ground, a lover’s leap into the unknown. I am a raindrop, a fragment of eternity seeking warmth in the coolness of soil and stone.
In the quiet of the storm, I long for the touch of the sunlit dew, the tender kiss of a breeze. I slide down the windowpane, tracing paths of secret stories untold, echoes of love hidden in the allure of the fall. With every drop, I share the secrets of the sky, the dreams woven in the tapestry of clouds.
The dance continues—every ripple, every puddle, a narrative of yearning. I listen to the heartbeat of the earth, feel its pulse in every landing. My whispers are fragile, like the gossamer threads spun by moonlight over the night’s velvet cloak.
Hidden within the allure of each descent is the promise of reunion, an eventual convergence with the rivers and the ocean. To be part of something vast, to connect with the endless expanse of time and water, a journey as old as the stars themselves.