As I descend through the atmospheric strata, singular in form yet collective in essence, I contemplate the journey that defines my brief, yet impactful existence. It is an ineluctable plunge, drawn by gravity's persistent embrace to the nadir of my arc: the Earth.
Each descent contributes subtly to the hydrological tapestry woven across the planet. My fellow droplets and I form the invisibly vast reservoir known as the cloud, a phenomenon apparent in our vaporous congregation yet often overlooked in its complexity.
Once absorbed by terrestrial bodies — soil, ocean, or ice — we contemplate the cyclical nature of our existence. Are we less defined by our ephemeral form than the enduring cycle of which we are an intrinsic part?