As the time of twilight brought about by the passing hour faded into a calming night, I lye in my bed awaiting the gods and devils choice as to which will take thier turn to cast spells upon my unconcious mind.  In the passing of fleeting thoughts a scent caught my attention.  you know that smell that comes just before the rain falls? it brought about memories of my childhood.  When the thunder rolled accross the ocean and crashed upon the shores as the waves of the sea, I turned my gaze to the sky to take in the wonder of an ocean storm.  The thunder sounded. demanding respect through its powerful booms and crashes, only to be answered by what seemed at the time to be only my awe and wonder over the approaching chaos.  we should go inside said my father.  I watched from the patio window as the waves crashed hard against the beach, as the lightning lit up a cloudy sky as black and grey as the reapers garbs, to reveal a beautiful scenery of value and color.  the turmoil lasted long into the night. the wind howled throught the crack in my window as if my own personal chorus of wolves were just outside of it. The darkness of my room would occasionally, yet dramatically, retreat to unseen corners as the lightning flashed as though it were scared of the thunder.  In this chaos i was at peace...
     i awoke from my hazy dream of a childhood recolection as the sound of a light pitter patter, the sound of a mystical creature dancing upon the roof to tell only me that its time to wake up.  the rain had stopped. as i looked out my window, as i had done as a child, the pitter patter of the drips and the drops began to slow. with the sunlight twinkling through each droplet that fell from the dripping branches just outside the window, it seemed surreal. it seemed that every drop, even though numerous had fallen, seemed to be more important than the last. i stayed and watched the last drop fall. and like anything beautiful that has ever ended it seemed like the most important thing in the world... and then it was gone.  But i will always remember that day and in a world of chaos there came order, and how something so meaningless, such as a drop of rain, could find meaning in a world where the little things are meaningless...