Rain floated above the city, watching the lights glow in the wet streets below. He felt full - not in a heavy way, but in the way you feel after a long, good day.
He had seen the stillness of the mountain, the playful rush of the river, the wide heart of the sea. He had felt the warmth of the village, the mixed greetings of the town, the quiet gratitude of the farm, and the hidden kindness inside the busy city.
Each place had left something with him. Patience. Balance. Belonging. Joy. Perspective. Steadfastness. Purpose.
Now the wind began to carry him higher. The sun warmed his edges, and slowly, he turned back into mist. The clouds welcomed him home.
Rain looked out at the world below one more time. He no longer wondered why he fell. He understood now - every drop, every landing, every moment mattered to someone, somewhere.
And when the time came again, he would be ready to fall - not just to travel, but to give.