Dropping in from the clouds,
It's a little intimidating, but exhilarating!

Here I am, a mere droplet on the brink.
I roll off the chair, drifting in solitude,
Picking up stories from the whispers of the winds.

Have you ever seen the world from my view?
A dance of droplets across the endless air currents,
We spiral, we plunge, we wink at the puzzling ground below.

I've been told I should be a part of something bigger.
Like, why do I fall alone?
Together, with my fellow drops, we could create a melody,
A concerto in the rain-soaked alleys of the world below.

Maybe it’s about choices. I choose to fall here and now,
Nothing planned, nothing rehearsed, just a leap of faith.

Sometimes, I land gracefully, sometimes I crash,
But that’s the beauty of it. Each descent is a new story.

The chair beneath me, a quiet observer,
It speaks volumes in its silence.
A reminder of the ephemeral nature of my existence.

Just like the rain, it seems so solid,
Yet it knows the weight of every drop.

And when I touch it, we share a fleeting bond.
Two forms of vulnerability—one grounded, one free.

I whisper my dreams to it, and it holds them
Until they evaporate into the mist of memory.