It starts with one drop falling from the sky, seemingly from nowhere. That one piece of sky falling from the clouds to teh cold, dry earth. Lifeless and barren, choking on air and loneliness. That one drop, like emotion to an empty soul. One twinge of regret, of sorrow, of pain. That single drop turns to a cascade of emotion from eyes that have seen too much. Burstin fourth from a prison of cloud, sweet and pure, the rain crashes down upon a once wasted earth, cleansing and quenching the sand and soil. Life springs fourth from the sanctuary of its once to lonely hovel of death and decay into the smiles of a sweet smelling Sancta Terra. My very own secret garden in a down-pour of truth and tears.