The Ascendancy of the Droplet
I awaken high above in a clouded cradle, suspended in the womb of vapor. The wind teases my form, its breath cool and persistent. Each moment oscillates between imminent release and holding warmth.
Entropy, they call it. A chaotic ballet that draws us dawnlit toward Earth's open arms. I am singular, yet part of a tapestry woven through nebulous threads of time and space — an esoteric reality.
The fall is a journey paved with muted conversations, streams of consciousness merging and diverging. I listen to the signals of my kin, raindrops whose whispers speak of places we long to touch.
Landing. The abrupt noise, a gentle echo. I am absorbed, transformed into something both familiar and new, part of the soil's secret dialogue. In this reality, I become the river, the ocean, the sky once more.