Textured Tuesday: Precursor?

When leaves fall onto the pavement. I find myself fascinated by 

the imprints they leave when the rain blows them away.

Sometimes the mark is the silhouette they made as the rain fell

around them, while others gather the sediment the water

washes along the pavement, leaving muddy little prints.

It's almost a precursor to the time, a bunch of eons away, when 

someone finds a broken rock, revealing the image

of a fossilized leaf inside.