I begin my journey from the clouds, a lone traveler in a vast chilled ocean of vapor. My ascent began when sunlight intertwined with moisture, a dance of warmth and longing.
Now, propelled by the pull of gravity, I find myself in freefall—each drop like a thread in a woven tapestry, unwinding its own story, yet entwined with the fates of many.
Landing softly upon pavement, I join a congregation of my kin—amassing into a shallow pool, each droplet echoing the tale of descent.
The sounds of the city whiskey swirling just beyond the barrier of my liquid skin, an unseen lane forming before my eyes—without a map, without a guide, I drift aimlessly, embracing the serene chaos around me.
I meet the path of a tire tread, my warm friends colliding into new shapes, new paths branching beneath the weight of steel and rubber.
In these moments, I wonder: do the droplets before me know they are a part of something more? Flowing through earth's veins, nourishing unseen roots, cascading into a grand flowing river.