“What if there is nothing down there? What if I never return?" said the droplet to the Cloud, a hint of sadness in his voice.
“Do not worry, Beloved One! Remember, I am always watching You. You are but a part of Me!”Peculiar words they were.
The Cloud had always been big. As far as the tiny drop knew, he had no beginning and no end. He was strange, in a way that he couldn't understand. But the Cloud was all the droplet had ever had. It had been one moonlit night that he had first opened his eyes. Ever since, the cloud was All he had and All he ever knew. It was another dark, moonlit night, the wind humming silently a song, whispering her secrets to those who listened, when the Cloud asked the drop to leave, quoting words like "destiny" and "fulfillment", telling him that he ought to find his Purpose, to know Who He Truly Is.
The Cloud was big and strange, but he also loved the droplet dearly. Not long ago had he sent him, and yet here he was, worrying about his safety. Since the droplet had left, not a moment passed without the Cloud remembering him. The Sky often joked that the Cloud's heart had left him for his beloved droplet!
One fine day, the Sun shining crisply o'er the crimson Sky, the Cloud engaged in a mist of thoughts, he heard a familiar voice call out. "O' Cloud! 'Tis me, the drop that fell!” said a strong, belligerent voice. For so long, he had dreamt of this day, and so suddenly had it crept upon him! "O' Cloud! ’Tis me, the drop that fell!” repeated the droplet's voice. On first glance, the Cloud failed to reckon him. Here was a proud, swelled-up drop, giving off an aura of Superiority. Where was his Beloved little One? "O' Cloud! Look at me! I am stronger even than you!" said the droplet, his voice familiar to the one he had known.
"How dare that drop!" cried the Sun, now hotter and brighter, his colour the most crimson red. "Yes, how dare he!" shrieked the Sky, his usual sea-blue colour now a fusion of a fiery red and orange.
"I shall incense him and that Sea of his!","I shall summon the winds and cut him in half!" they cried. "Silence! You will do nothing! He is who he was destined to be, and none will touch him!" said the Cloud, angry with them for being angry with the drop. The Sun ,however, in his intense fury, grew hotter, blinding the Sky with his light. Down under, the Earth grew warmer as a slew of wind currents began to circulate wildly. The Sea started to rise, dissipating drop by drop, the tiny droplet amongst them.
The Sea was blue again, the Sun a ball of golden light, and the Sky a palette of colours. But the droplet found something missing deep within the trenches of his tiny heart. As the sky came down with a drizzle, the tiny droplet looking up, shivering in the cold that had descended, found nothing but an empty blanket of darkness. Steadily, truth dawned like the light-ray that seemed missing. A single tear rolled down from the corner of his eye, mingling together with the others, like dust with dust. He was the drop that fell. Memories flashed by in a blink, and a rush of emotions overcame him, as a string of words emerged -
"In his eyes, I see His love,
Like Drops of Grace, they fall on me,
As the Ocean that surmises every tiny drop,
He gives Me all He has."