The First Step
I am but a droplet, a wanderer in the vastness of the sky. Born from clouds, stitched from vapor threads. My name is unwritten, my journey uncharted. But the air whispers tales, and I am drawn into the embrace of gravity’s gentle pull.
Below me, the world spins in motions grand and mundane — spinning cities and vast oceans, sleepy fields that stretch endlessly until they fade into the horizon. Each fall carries a story: some splatter joyously on the thirsty soil, others forge rivers, etching paths through lands unseen.
Raindrops, we are the storytellers of elements. Hear the tales of your descent as I weave through the sky. Feel the moments of impact, the resonance of touch. Want to explore? Into Oblivion
I look back only briefly, to the life I leave suspended. The fog veil thins — and with it, clarity in our union, a collective melody rising from below. This is my first step, but not the last. The land awaits.