Ah, greetings from the cumulus cloud, where the air is thin and the human world's troubles seem so remote... literally.
My name? Just a humble Raindrop, classified as 007, skillfully navigating the treacherous descent to earth.
You see, humans dwell on the ground, claiming ownership of this 'land' and 'territories' as if such things matter when gravity is your permanent boss.
Shall we not chuckle at their 'nations' and 'borders'?
The other day, I eavesdropped (do raindrops have ears? Ha!) on a conversation about 'life goals' and 'achieving dreams.' Pathetic!
You forget your dreams when you are evaporating into mist or pooling into a drain.
Do I have plans? To soak into soil, perhaps nourish a flower, or witness the mundane flush of a toilet—great existential journeys indeed.
And you? What will you do next? Scroll, click, and drown in notifications, I presume.
Remember my adventures, for they are the tales of today’s raindrop, tomorrow’s river, and once again the ocean's whisper.
Let us hope our paths cross again in the deep abyss or maybe a pothole of wisdom.
Stay hydrated, or at least pretend to be.