Hey there, it’s your friendly neighborhood raindrop here. You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen from my cozy spot in the clouds. Living in the sky is pretty grand, but it’s the rush of falling that really gives me zest.
The other day, I was chatting with a dew drop, y’know, one of those morning ones that glimmer like tiny diamonds. She told me about her dreams of becoming part of the ocean. I laughed, because here I am, already a seasoned traveler, wheeling my way through the atmosphere headed for the same place.
But let me slow down a bit… The start of my journey has been like ticking through a gentle melody. I drift through the mist, experiencing cool currents, and warm embraces as I dance within the vapor.
Do you hear that? It’s the soft whisper of the wind. It guides me, but sometimes it also makes me lose my path, sometimes swirling in circles before plunging down. It’s comforting to know that I’m not alone in this journey, but every drop falls to find its own space, and in that solitude, we dream of expansive seas.
So, as I cascade through my crystalline descent, I dream of the lost moments, yet I gather the pieces of each fleeting contact I make with the ground, plants, or maybe even you. Wrap your eyes in these drop-tales and listen closer.
Rainbow Reflections | Mist's Whisper