Bath

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.

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