Raindrops

The soothing sound of water trickles in the river bank. A gentle flow over centurial sculpted stones.

Water.

Continuous.

From ice to water; water to vapour.

Stored in clouds, suspense builds as the last particle fills the last space, saturating the cotton ball of moisture. They are free at last.

Freefalling. Landing on leaves; on stone; on bark; on fur; skin.

Liquid gold. A survival element quenching the thirst of all living and growing creatures.

A decaying crow on the topsoil.

The pounding rain pulls insects up from the deep, churning the soil, drawing creatures closer to the feast. A muffled thump from above initiates the movement.

The droplet; a signal to continue the cycle of life.