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
jsiwicki AUTHOR 