Holy Hills and Hot Showers

Drops dance off pine,
dew,
damp moss covered cedar,
high peaks whistle up there,
silent solitude
mighty tonga's - grandfather stones
watching patiently,
as us hacks huff up hills,
searching for dharma

Light beams in streaks,
sneak through holes in the clouds,
and I say, "It must be a sign from god."
Om Nama Shiva-
there's gonna be hot showers tonight!