A single
drop of
water falls silently towards the sodden earth below.
Perhaps it was shaken loose by the restless movement of a bathing bird on its branch, perhaps just a stray stirring of the wind tumbled it from its lofty perch. What does it matter? Where it came from is not important, but where is it going?
It falls, as if trapped in slowing time, the world almost pausing to watch it''s decent in breathless anticipation. The last foot and time continues, the droplet, the tiny translucent orb, strikes the
surface of a
small puddle and seemingly shatters against, while simultaneously melting into, the surface. It is absorbed completely, nothing remains, its miniscule weight and force hardly affecting the small body of water. There is no great flooding of its banks, no monstrous crashing of immense waves, in fact, there is no discernable difference at all. An ineffectual
droplet of rainwater, falling pointlessly into a temporary and unimportant puddle of the same. Nothing to spare a thought for, nothing at all in fact.....
Or is it?
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