The Condor and the Rain

It’s always cold on the cuyamaca ridge just above El Capitan
As the evening sets the cry of condors echo’s thru the canyons
I can hear the call of angels
I can taste the rain as it falls.

The clouds are moving in rapid circles
And lightning has touched the ground
The condors cry has turned to silence as the world keeps spinning around.

Look to the sky forever more
Touch the air that you breath
Feel the thunder of a thousand years that brings you to your knees.

As I lay in wait and drink the pouring rain a vision of flight comes over me
Across the ocean and to its shores I hear the condors cry
A tapestry of memories covers the earth below
And I cry.

Just like the condor my cries echo thru the canyon walls across El Capitan
Creating a swan song of life and the memories it holds.

Cuyamaca hides the sun until the final hour
It is then that all is forgiven and my cries are heard no more.

Place your penny in the jar then close your eyes and dream
And listen for the thunder
Wait for the lightning
And drink the pouring rain .

Godfather.

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