The plummet begins—
I am born from clouds' whisper,
the cascade of chilled teardrops,
tracing a silver thread through night sky's veil.
Listen to the gravity's siren song, tugging incessantly.
Each droplet's journey is unique, encased in singularity, yet woven in symphony.
I wonder, as I fall, if the stars ponder the same?
A fellow raindrop—a kin of aqueous destiny—speaks of dreams.
Splashes onto a moss-cloaked rock, or tenderly caresses a petal.
Reflection ripples, casting echoes of night’s tapestry upon the soul.
Ah, the whispers of time!
Bound by moments, yet free in the descent.
Fluid thoughts merge with the eternal pulse of the universe.
A longing for gravity to slice through the ether.
Stars twinkle secrets that elude even the wisest.
Cosmic Echoes hold stories unwritten.
Midnight Reflections murmur with truth.
Raindrop Rendezvous, where time dances with memory.