Whispers of the Drip

Hey there, I'm just one tiny drop in this massive cascade. You know, floating down with my friends, we tell stories of the skies.

I remember when I was just a whisper in a cloud, contemplating the journey. Now, I carry tales of lightning strikes and memory echoes of distant thunder. Life’s a drop in the bucket, they say. But every drop has a unique ripple.

You see, every time we hit a surface, it's like a tiny reminder of existence. Each splash, a new beginning or an end. I overheard one raindrop talk about the day we fall on a parched land, nourishing roots and kissing leaves.

But today, I just want to float. Slide down a windowpane and feel the warmth of the world outside. Pretty cool, right? Just another day in the life of a drop.

What’s your story? You’ve got some deep puddles to reflect on, I see.