CHIMBORAZO

Wet, moist, steamy rain water

Falling, rolling onto the leaves

Now in my hand I hold

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

Sound rumbles through my soul

I 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 is this be done

No mind on earth could conceive

Who knows the secret long kept?

That drops through the trees

From ‘WARBLINGS

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