The Raindrop's Lament

I am but a whisper, a fleeting moment, born high amidst the clouds' soft embrace. With every drop, I feel the pull of a love that knows no boundaries— the eternal fall towards the earth, where my tender kiss meets the soil's sigh.

The wind carries secrets, tales of valleys kissing mountain tops, oceans weep as they cradle silken sands, and I long to join them, entwined in their passionate waltz.

I hum a tune known only to the skies, a melody wrapped in dew and longing. To become one with the wide-open ground, to carve rivers in the earth's longing body; this is my dream, whispered through the tender embrace of gravity.