I hover in the vastness above. The sky stretches endlessly, an azure domed solitude. Whispers of the winds compose dreams draped in gossamer threads. I am but a tiny jewel, embodying the essence of monsoon's pure symphony.
In the soothing embrace of the stratosphere, my journey begins, one of transient beauty and interlinked fates. I mingle with my fellow drops, weaving stories only the clouds know. Together, we harbor tales of lands lush and fertile, awaiting the sweetest caresses to kiss the earth.
As I descend, pulled by gravity's gentle insistence, I witness the world unfurl beneath—a tapestry stitched bold with scatterings of emerald, ochre, and cerulean hues. A dynamic embrace where each pulse of dew honors the globe in sacred choreography.
Touching down on the pavement, my journey transforms. Splitting into a myriad threadlets, each commune à l'ecole of rivulets narrating their tales. I am, I was, and soon I'll blend again. But now I linger on the cusp of a petal, my presence answering an unnamed thirst.
Another Droplet's Tale