As I descend through the azure void, I ponder the tales told to me by the winds. I am a raindrop, ephemeral in existence yet filled with stories of the world. My descent is not merely physical; it is a journey through various layers of existence—from the clouds above to the soil below.
I remember the clouds, vast and majestic. They cradled me, holding me within their mist until the moment became inevitable. From within their embrace, I felt time stretch and contract, a paradox in a realm devoid of gravity’s tether.
The journey has its trails—some straight, others twisted. Each drop like me follows its path, interweaving with stories of those who came before and those yet to come. I reflect on the droplets that merge with me and the vast ocean in which we may all eventually gather once more.
My ephemeral life is recorded not in permanence, but in moments—fleeting impressions that touch upon the existence of the earth. Yet these moments, though transient, hold weight. Each leaf, each river, each creature touched by my presence carries a memory of its own, forming a tapestry of life that extends beyond the individual narratives.
For now, I continue my fall, but one day I will meet the ground, and my story will mingle with those of others. Until then, I exist, a drop within a drop, a moment within a moment.
Breezes Whispering