I came upon a drop of rain,
and I inquired of whence he came,
and soon, in a reply to me,
I heard him name the eastern sea,

The eastern sea where battles fought,
where blood was shed and havoc wrought,
where storms were brewed and lighting crashed,
where mermaids played and dolphins splashed,

time went by and my friend told,
stories of great pow'r and gold,
of how the fearsome pirates preyed,
of trials passed and heros made,

an older story then began,
from before feet stomped down this land,
a time before the holy Lamb,
before the serpent tempted man,

when God picked up and molded clay,
and named it Adam on that day,
and then to Adam, gave a wife,
'twas rain and dirt He breathed to life,

then the world reclaimed my mind,
the world that's proven far less kind,
than drops of rain with time to share,
a world that doesn't even care.