Memories Drift: Raindrop Theory

On quiet days, when raindrops turn solid ground into a tapestry of silent whispers, the mind wanders. Have you ever considered how each drop might carry the echo of a moment long forgotten?

Below the surface, where light rarely penetrates, shadows breathe. They speak in whispers, hidden corridors of time that seem to fold in upon themselves like ancient tomes collecting dust.

Maybe part of us once danced among the clouds, only to fall and blend into the earth. A drop remembers a boundary it never touched, or a vaporous existence that eluded a single raindrop. And so shadows compose tales, fragments adrift in the collective memory of storms.