Cascading through air, spiraling in glee! I am a drop, a tiny speck of sky-water, and oh, what a dance I have! From the high ether, I plunge with purpose, weaving stories in each fall, kissing the leaves, and serenading the earth.
Listen, can you hear? The resonance of my descent creates ripples, echoes, a symphony of tiny splashes playing the melody of the rain. Every droplet like me has a song, but together, we create a harmony.
My journey, oh such a path! First the grass, then the brook, perhaps a puddle where children play. Will I seep into the roots, nourish a tree, or evaporate again to the clouds? The cycle is our secret.