I am born from the sky, a part of clouds' gentle embrace. My descent starts quietly, unnoticed, yet I am filled with purpose. I drift, drawn by gravity, but also by destiny.
As I fall, I meet the air, weave through whispers of wind. Here, I listen to tales of mountains, valleys, and rivers. I am a tiny wanderer, yet these stories make me vast.
The ground approaches, a mosaic of life and stillness. Each landing is different, a unique resonance in the earth's symphony. Sometimes I join a stream, other times I become part of the soil.
In this equilibrium, I find peace. A raindrop reflects the world, one drop at a time. The cycle continues, and so does my journey.
Explore more of nature's whispers:
The Wind's Murmurs
Echoes of the Creek
Refractions Through Glass