You know, it's a bit of a funny life we raindrops lead. One moment, you're falling through the sky, just another droplet in the grand downpour. The next, you're part of a whispering stream, weaving through leaves and over stones, going somewhere, even if you don’t quite know where.
I'm called Ripple, so it seems destined that I'd find myself somewhere special. The moment I landed, I felt the pull of this mystic river. Come closer, and hear its tale. Or maybe you'll find yourself drifting downstream with me. Join the journey.
It's a comforting thought, isn’t it? That despite our tiny size, we contribute to something vast and endless. There’s a kind of magic in that, don't you think? Just ask the fish or the trees by the riverbank. Or even the clouds above us. They’re all part of the same watery web.
And hey, if you bump into a snowflake on your way, tell it Ripple says hi. We’ve got a family reunion planned somewhere up north. Catch you later!