CHIMBORAZO

Wet, moist, steamy rainwater

Falling, rolling onto the leaves

I now hold in my hand

On my port and starboard sides

In front and right behind

Glistening drops of radiant beads

Thunderous as they dive to earth

Sliding and rolling down my face

Over my eyes, across my lips

Down and off my fingertips

Falling in time with the beat

Of millions of other raindrops

A sound rumbles through my soul

Hear and feel drum humming waves

Tickling the bottom of my feet

Taste of heaven on my tongue

I feel each drop rise up through me

Now how can this be done

No mind on earth can conceive

Who knows the secret long kept

That drops through the trees

AWAKE ASLEEP DREAMING DEAD

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