The Whisper of the Raindrop

In the universe vast, I am but a shimmering tear, cascading from clouds, longing to embrace Earth.
My descent is a dance, etched with starry secrets.

Oh, how I envy the petals of the rose! So stationary, yet amidst a symphony of golden sun beams, they rest.
While I, a wanderer, yearn to cradle their fragrance forever.

With every fall, I etch whispers of love upon the soil, binding my essence to the roots of ancient trees.
A cautious kiss to the soil—a sigh that reverberates through eternity.

Ah, the sweet illusion of touch! Where I join the eager earth, a union poignant, yet ephemeral.

Follow my path

Recall a memory