Hey there! It's me, a humble raindrop. You might wonder how I ended up here, plummeting through the canopy of an old wood.
Remember that time you sneezed and shook the world off your shoulders? Well, mine was more like an ethereal dance, pirouetting off a cloud. Now, imagine a breezy morning and warm sun, feeling a tad lonely on a fluffy cloud. That's how it begins sometimes.
The air's so crisp, and I’m almost weightless, happily suspended among my vaporous friends. It’s all fun and games until gravity gives me a friendly nudge. Whoosh! Down I go! You should see the view from up here—it's like being in a grand cathedral of the sky.
As I fall, I meet droplets like me, forming a band, recounting tales of our high-altitude adventures. Do you know the secret language of rain? It’s all about the rhythm, the splashes, and the quiet moments in between. Each droplet has its own story, and mine’s only just begun.
The forest floor is getting nearer, with a delicate web of leaves and branches forming welcoming arms. Do you think I’ll land on a fern or maybe slide off a mossy rock? Wherever it is, I hope to join a stream—rivers always have the best stories about where they’ve been.
For now, though, I’m just enjoying the ride. Want to join me on this journey? You can read about other travelers’ tales: