As I glance out on a misty day , theres a thunderring sound that that leaves and echo, that carries with it a vibration, that brings a tinggling from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head. Leaving my mind wanting to hold on and savoy whats to come. A pouring rain begins it seems all over the world. TO my surprise it doesn't tourch me. So I began to walk out in the mist, until I found myself in the middle of the street. Still yet I'm completely dry. A miracle I thought unto myself, how can this be. I turn to seek out the path that I travel to that point, and unto my amasement every step I had take thus far was dry. Puzzled, I have to admit, holding me steady in my place and I can only amagine the look on my face. Then from out of no where, it happen. Moisture, not like any other. Even though it was wet all around me, this was unbelievably different. I felt a drenching, not from many drops, but this one single drop. What is this I ask myself and I guess you wondering whats the big deal, one drop ok. With this one drop, a minggling mixture of to parts, spark and explosion of life, quenching all thirst within me, cleansing my spirit, soul and the man of all inpurities replacing nutrients of a living substance, firtalizing the dormant DNA that had lost it salt. Bringing a firtility sending electical pulses awakening gifts once viberant with activity thought to have been forgotten with the oblivian of nothingness. The members of my body begin to recieve comunication, somewhat of a shock wave causing a vibration of great proportions. Meanwhile a signal of warning going off in my senses erging of causion of system overload, not reconizing it's own reactions, somewhat like looking in a mirrow at yourself but not you looking back. What was in this rain drop, a single rain drop at that. Which brought healing so much healing. Was it a rain drop at all. where did it come from north ,south, east or west. Was it blowing to and fro in the earth ,waiting for this moment in time. Not only bulding up, but saving it's pearls of wisdom just for me. If I had to give it a name I could pretend, I could even make up a list of names just to prolong the suspense, alowing the amagination to grow with antisipation. But I tell, with this uncontrollable erge, I truly understand about being put off. For what ever reasons, that seems logical. That the world uses to draw our focus from whats really important Non of it guiding you straight to the truth of matter. So sweet, sugsr and spice and everthing nice. The name, The name, Tricia . A rain drop keep falling on my head .