Observations

A slight curvature becomes visible, seemingly static.
But experience is raising its whispering voice, claiming to know the outcome.

The tension is building up.

The arch is slowly starting to expand.
Out of the corner of the eye one might get the impression, the swelling were juddering.
- Just a teeny weeny bit, barely perceptible.

One golden beam of sunlight tickles the ripening womb, conjuring a multitude of translucent colourful curls on the - now visibly trembling - surface.

The bulge is growing inexorably, converging to the final moment of detachment.

... not yet!

NOW!
Touch down with a splash.

Next drop growing.