Suddenly it hits you in the face anouncing a downpour, a wet herald from the skies telling the seeds to be ready to give man his bread.

A water drop decided to quit
after getting tired of been
pushed, shake and blown
by mighty winds in the midle
of a never ending storm;
from water into ice into
sparkling little diamonds
that make the snow,
and then again,
melting into tiny pearls
to be part of the fog,
that make the lights
to fade away
by obscuring the sun,

the little drop, after quitting,
jumped from the cloud and went
traveling on the shoulders of the wind
without looking down;
Freedom!!!...Freedom!!!
freedom is waiting down below,
in the thirsty earth
of a thirsty world,
waitng for the drop to give life
to a flower or a grain of corn;

nobody followed after
the solitary drop,
all being so busy riding
the fury of the storm,
that they didn't noticed
that the little drops its fall
wasn't on fertile waiting ground...
but on a rock.