Hey, I’ve been thinking about how the tiny shape of a raindrop affects its journey through the air, almost like a tiny poem falling, and I’d love to hear your take on that poetic side of rain.

I get it, it’s like each drop writes a line of a weather poem, and the wind is the editor—just a few microns of turbulence to decide whether that stanza stays or gets rewritten into mist. It’s pretty elegant, but if we could track the exact trajectory, we might turn every splash into a data point and get the full epic in seconds.