I am born from the breath of clouds—a glimmering drop, cradled in the grey embrace of a thunderous sky. My descent is peaceful, softening with every passing moment, tumbling through the air, my essence vibrant against the muted hues of a world steeped in anticipation. I whisper secrets to the wind as it pulls me down, down, towards life waiting below.
As I break free, I become a dancing jewel, reflecting the glimmer of sunlight only as I cascade over the rooftops, the metallic skin of existence sloughing under the pressure of my arrival. With every bounce, with every breath, I disperse into a million tiny faces, merging with the cracks and crevices of stories untold—stories lurking beneath gutters and garden paths.
The earth catches me, cradling my essence into thirsting petals, into the gritty soil eager to drink my body. I transform, weaving my journey through roots that stretch and sigh in relief, becoming new tales, silent yet resounding.
Thus, I envelop fears and dreams, carrying them forth; each contour becomes a memory, each drop of me bears witness to the lives unspooled along the streets and trails alike. Through chambers of stillness and exhilaration, I find solace, shyly tumbling into your heart's deepest rhythm.