I am little, yet vast in dreams—
Descending from the ethereal embrace of tempestuous clouds, I, a lone bead of rain, tumble upon the world below. My descent is a dance of hesitation and grace, a pirouette to the ground wrapped in an embrace of fleeting whispers.
Each surface I meet sings a symphony, a melody composed of countless silent echoes reverberating through time. The hardened asphalt serenades with a resounding thud, a chorus intertwined with the soft murmurs of the earth beneath.
I meet another, a brimming pond sheltering dreams within its glistening veil. Here, I merge, becoming part of a symphonic lap beneath a lily's opening whispers, each ripple an echo of shared eternity.
The urban street calls, its arms open wide, weaving spectacles of transient pools that shimmer momentarily before settling into silence, leaving behind stories only I can whisper to the stars when the night embraces the horizon.
There is a hush, a gentle pause where time vanishes, cradled in the heart of a solitary drop, as it falls and falls, cascading through infinite realms of heartbeats and hushed sighs.
Enraptured by the whispers, I continue my journey, tracing paths across the earth’s tapestry, until the echoes of my whispered dreams find their resting place among the roots of ancient trees.
Journey ever onward with me: Dancing with Ripples | Solitary Murmurs