Prompt: final lines. Use ‘Yet, what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?’ and write the preceding paragraph. Five minutes.
Silt coated the stream into mire as if it had never been glass-clear but always black. I launched a pebbled into the depths and there it landed with a glug, spitting ripples back and forth over the surface. Ripples that tugged the pebble beyond me and the bank, to deeper water.
That poor stone. Set drifting on vicious waves instead of single river drops. Where would it find itself in the ocean? Yet, what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?