#RaindropJourney #Writecoapp

I was born from the breath of clouds,
a shimmer in the sky's wide eye,
gathered from whispers, from misty murmurs—
silent in my making, yet destined to fall.

Suspended in the air, I linger,
an edge between existence and release.
To the sky, I am a fleeting thought,
to the earth, I am a promise.

In the falling, there is no fear.
I surrender to gravity's pull,
the invisible thread that tethers me to...