I, the solitary drop, pondered existence as I teetered on the edge of the cloud, heart pounding with the desire to reach the surface below. The earth called to me, not with words, but with a pulling song only a newborn rain could understand.
My descent began, a plunge into the vast embrace of the unyielding stone tablet. Oh, the sweet joy of sensation—cool granite, ancient murmurs etched by time, tracing stories my ephemeral form yearned to join.
With each contact, I share my tale: a fleeting kiss of eternity. I long to merge with the surface, lost yet enlivened. Tsunami thoughts too overwhelming to hold, I unfurl into rivulets, tracing the sacred words inscribed in forgotten languages.
Perhaps, together, we could weave a new fable, a symphony of water and stone reverberating through the epochs. Would you, my baffling bedrock partner, allow me to mingle with your soul?
The dance continues... For the moment is all I own, yet it feels a part of a grander opus. And through this communion, we connect—raindrop and stone—passionate emissaries of time's relentless flow.