Meeting Fellow Travelers

The wind, once my playful companion, now felt like a rushing torrent, urging me onward. I was no longer a solitary wisp, but part of something immense, something alive. Around me, millions, no, billions of tiny droplets, my newfound companions, were falling. We were a shimmering, silver cascade, a river of sky-water plummeting towards the world below.

"Whoa!" a tiny voice squeaked beside me, barely audible above the roar. I tumbled closer to see a droplet, no bigger than my smallest puff, bobbing and weaving. He was a vibrant blue, like a tiny sapphire caught in the light. "This is wild!"

"It is!" I shouted back, my voice a thin whistle against the gale. "Where are you going?"