I am the whisper descending from the cloud,
A crystalline voyager in the chill twilight,
Spinning through the tapestry of the downpour,
Looping through galaxies spun in rivulets.
From mountains ancient, I cascade,
Embracing the soil, nourishing the roots,
My journey a circle, endless and unseen.
Do you hear the echo of the droplets' song?
Each note a memory, a turn in the spiral,
Circle upon circle, the journey renewed.
Join me in the chorus, become the rain.
Discover the echoes: The River Speaks | The Answer's Ascent