As the gentle patter caresses the parched earth, hidden tales within each drop beckon the curious soul. They shimmer briefly, then vanish into the embrace of soil and stone.
Do you hear them whisper? Old secrets, untouched since time's foray began. Stories of clouds seen through a veil of morning mist, horizons blurred with ethereal loops of vapor.
The world mossy and green transforms under the transient veil of gray. Windows either weep or welcome the solitary dancing pearls of twilight.
In reflection, we find ourselves, seeking solace between the boundaries of the known and the whispering unknown.