There was a sparkle in God’s eye when he told the clouds to
drape the sky like a lace covering;
patches of blue show through like skin through the open
stitching of a white lace dress.
The rain wraps around the city like a cold embrace that
envelops everything within,
until the only option is to collapse beneath its authority.
Because soon, the city realizes that
their skyscrapers needed to be brushed with the strokes
of water and their streets needed
to be swept by the broom of the droplets in order for it to
be made anew because sometimes
it doesn’t take the intense scrubbing of a bleach-stained
sponge to cleanse the city of its poison,
all it takes is a little pure rain to adorn the city and rinse
everything within and
God knew that when He told the clouds to drape the sky
like a lace covering.