The Raindrop

 The Journey of Droplet

Droplet had always known this moment would come. She had spent what felt like an eternity clinging to a cloud, swirling in the endless sky, watching the world below through a misty veil. The other raindrops whispered excitedly around her—some nervous, some eager.

Then, without warning, the cloud shuddered. A chill ran through the mist, and gravity, that ever-patient force, tugged at Droplet’s tiny form.

She fell.

At first, it was terrifying—wind roared past her, pushing and pulling, tossing her like a feather in a storm. But then, something shifted. She felt weightless, gliding, soaring. The world below grew sharper: rooftops, trees, winding streets. Everything sparkled in the dim light, waiting.

Droplet twirled as she fell, catching glimpses of others like her, a thousand silver specks descending together. Some landed on leaves, bouncing playfully before rolling to the ground. Others splashed into puddles, sending ripples outward in joyful greeting.

As for Droplet, she landed softly on a child's outstretched palm. Warmth enveloped her for a moment before she trickled between tiny fingers, merging with the earth below.

And there, nestled in the soil, she would wait. Wait until the sun called her back to the sky, where she would become part of the clouds once more, ready to fall again.

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