The icy cold of a raindrop rolled down my neck- it came from atop. Another makes its way into my light colored hair, and another splashes on my skin of bare. The drops start to drip-drop all around, making a soft tipper-tapper sound. The small little drops are as gentle as can be as I watch them fall into the blue of the sea. Some go into the ground where they belong because the flowers have had a thirst for quite too long. I say "Thank You!" with as much love to the One who sent it; the Great Man Above.