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 Night Eagle had silenced his internal dialogue, his teacher’s the voice reached the depths of his being, his mind ceded control to his body, and he had no ideas, only energy. When his teacher’s voice ceased, the boy perceived the rain, which more forcefully fell copiously over the indifferent mountain. He noted that the large amount of water did not flood the square, due to the efficiency of the drains.

The young man stare was trapped by the water that ran through the square seeking the drain. Night Eagle was caught in a drop of rain. He was soon felt very joyful to get out of the square and falling through the drainage, he was excited by the speed he was gaining.

To be a drop of rain and to remain as such, in the small cascade falling down through the buildings drainage, filled him with joy. I went up and down in the current, tumbling more and more, each time he bumped into his travel companions. In their dragged everything in their path; stones, sand and vegetables, and were used in the drops games in the rapid descent, in search of the river to reach the sea.

When he entered the river, Night Eagle lost the speed of the fall, but felt the force of the current. Something in him, maintained consciousness of his individuality as a drop, but at the same time felt the immensity and power of being the river at the same time.

A millenary force hidden inside of him, began to sing a nostalgic song for the distant sea, all the drops together sang the same song and made the portentous river sound.

The drop vocation is the river and to the river is the sea. Night Eagle was traveling between the mountains, leaving to the valleys in search of the sea. Suddenly he began the fast-paced descent. The song became an anger cry, the river destroying everything in its path between him and the sea, on the fast descent through the mountains. The force contained by its passion for the sea, crashed it against large stones or