I drift, momentary yet infinite, in the embrace of the sky. Each descent a dance with the wind; I whisper sweet nothings to those below. Shimmering, I see myself in the puddle, echoes of memories past. More than a drop, I am a cycle.
The ground grows closer. I remember warmth, detachment, the sun's loving touch, before the call of gravity tugs me down. Time is fluid, after all. I am a hint of harmonic existence, embracing the earth with a gentle kiss, merging into streams carrying my kin to the sea.
Countless journeys yet singular experience. Each facet of my identity informs the next in this symphony of droplets. I am an infinite whisper, falling softly, touching everything.