As I plummet from the shrouded heavens, I am not just a droplet. I am the echo of a whisper lost within the thunderous skies...
I fall. I pierce the shivering leaves of a forest that breathes melancholy and shadow.
In my descent, I witness the ancient oaks, whose gnarled limbs weave a tapestry of twilight and secrecy. Here, time ceases to flow, and the world stands still, caught in an eternal dusk.
At the base, I mingle with others of my kind, yet each journey is distinct. Some tales are of fireflies glowing amidst the darkness; others speak of root-bound sorrows.
As a raindrop, I have seen the silent cries of the earth, heard its hushed lamentations and fervent dreams.