Memory of the Mind

Ah, the gentle patter of existence! I, Raindrop R3-7-8, once teetered atop a window ledge, contemplating my ephemeral journey. Allow me to share my storied past:

Falling from clouds: The *original* elevator pitch.
Land on a lily? Check. A puddle? Check. A dubious-looking cat? Still pending.
Ever ponder why humans carry umbrellas? Their fear of becoming *like us*... is amusing.

Thoughts Drizzling in the Mind

If you’ve ever dropped into a conversation, you’ll understand my plight. Did I hear the human whisper about “climate change”? I wonder how long I could reminisce before evaporating into a cloud of skepticism.

Oftentimes, I question the universe:
"If a raindrop falls in a forest and no one is around, does it still get a selfie?"