I started as a drop by Seeley

A Story told by Seeley




A Story told by Seeley

I am One of the Drops : A Tale of the Flood

A Story told by Seeley

I am a drop that, when combined with my friends,

forms a rainstorm that moistens the parched earth, leading to floods and chaos.

I am a drop that, when combined with my friends,

A tiny ripple that

spreads

A tiny ripple that

I am One of the Drops: A Tale of the Flood

In the vast expanse of the sky, I was born — a minuscule droplet of water. My existence began as a whisper, a fleeting moment in the grand symphony of nature. But little did I know that destiny had woven my purpose into the very fabric of existence. High above the earth, I danced with my brethren, swirling in the embrace of clouds. We were the wanderers, the nomads of the heavens. Each of us carried stories—of distant oceans, mountain peaks, and forgotten lakes. Our journey was both ephemeral and eternal, a ceaseless cycle of transformation.

I am One of the Drops: A Tale of the Flood

One fateful day, the wind whispered secrets to me. It

spoke of a distant land parched by drought, where rivers had turned to mere rivulets, and crops withered under the unforgiving sun. The earth cried out for relief, and the heavens listened. I listened. As the clouds gathered, I felt a surge of purpose. I was no longer a solitary droplet; I was a harbinger of change. Together with my companions, we formed a congregation— a celestial assembly with a singular mission. We would descend upon the earth, quenching its thirst, and reshaping its destiny.

One fateful day, the wind whispered secrets to me. It

The first touch of the ground was electric. I merged with

the soil, seeping into its cracks and crevices. My essence mingled with the roots of ancient trees, awakening them from their slumber. The parched earth absorbed me greedily, and I became a part of its story. But I was not alone. Millions of my kin followed suit. We transformed rivulets into streams, streams into rivers. The land rejoiced, and life surged forth. Seeds burst open, leaves unfurled, and flowers bloomed. The once barren fields now bore the promise of abundance. Yet, our purpose was not limited to nourishing the land. We were architects of chaos, sculptors of destruction. As our numbers swelled, so did our power. Rivers overflowed their banks, swallowing villages and towns. Bridges crumbled, and homes vanished beneath the relentless current.

The first touch of the ground was electric. I merged with

I watched from the heart of the tempest—a witness to

both creation and devastation. The floodwaters carried memories—the laughter of children, the whispered vows of lovers, and the silent prayers of the desperate. We were the embodiment of paradox—a force of life and death intertwined. In the aftermath, I lingered on rooftops and treetops. The world had changed, and so had I. I was no longer a mere droplet; I was a force of transformation. The flood had washed away the old, leaving fertile soil in its wake. Life would begin anew, and I would be there, hidden within every blade of grass, every dew-kissed petal.

I watched from the heart of the tempest—a witness to

And so, dear reader, remember this: I am one of

the drops—the silent architects of destiny. In the grand tapestry of existence, we are but transient threads, weaving together the story of life. Whether we bring solace or chaos, our purpose remains unwavering—to flow, to nourish, and to shape the world. I am one of the drops that causes a flood.

And so, dear reader, remember this: I am one of

When the clouds come together, I feel a surge of

purpose, no longer just a solitary raindrop. I evolve into a powerful entity prepared to create an impact on Earth, causing some playful chaos!

When the clouds come together, I feel a surge of



Flipbook Gallery

Magazines Gallery

Catalogs Gallery

Reports Gallery

Flyers Gallery

Portfolios Gallery

Art Gallery

Home


Fleepit Digital © 2021