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Drip Drip Drop

By RabidbluefaeriePublished 3 years ago 2 min read

Drip Drip Drop

The sound of rain echoes into my ears and down my spine with a sudden chill that has me exhaling small fogs into the air. The crystalized haze dissipates in a single moment and I'm left again to the echoes. The cold remains but without the abruptness it calms me even as goosbumps pop up along my skin. My body responds, but I don't feel my body.

Drip Drip Drop

Voices of people and the noises of their imprint have fled, seeking shelter away from the creaking wood of the forest and the pitter pat against the leaves. Their absence leaves a scent of earth in the air let out by the softening ground beneath my feet. The silence that follows is loud and wonderful.

Drip Drip Drop

The grayness of the day cascades down and settles against branches and rocks until a loud crack sounds in the distance and for a moment, the world is blindingly bright. It takes but a moment, and the clouds quiet down once again. Another piece in a symphony that blends together chaos and peace as if they were always one and the same.

Drip Drip Drop

Hours must have passed as gray becomes darkness, yet even then the groaning and the drip dropping of life still carries on as if light never dictated when it slept. As if light should never dictate when anyone slept. Grass rustles in straight lines as weasels and gophers and chipmunks and squirrels and all many of things rush to their homes for shelter. Or maybe so they can listen to the forest better.

Drip Drip Drop

One scurries, accidentally, across my muddied foot. It turns back to me, large beady eyes looking into mine as if it understand my soul better than I ever could alone. Then it cocks it's head, an apology in it's wet furred movements, and left as if nothing had ever happened. I wanted to sink into those eyes, into the branches, and into the wet dirt between my toes. All at once and then none at all. To become one and not know anything other.

Drip Drip Drop

There was longing in the wind and grief in the rain. My tears melted into the droplets, doing what I could not, fulfilling my wish on my behalf. Voices echoed my name in the distance. They had found me and I choked back a sob before returning.

heartbreak

About the Creator

Rabidbluefaerie

I'm a 27 year old goth lady who is obsessed with dark fantasy. I've been writing since I was in grade school. I'm a massive fan of all things mythological, fantastical, and magical. I'll be doing prompts from at-home books and challenges.

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