like the first…

It fell last night for hours,
that goldilock-rain; not
too hard, not too soft, but
just too right. This morning
the world is squeaky clean, 
a goody-two-shoes eden
awaiting us adams-and-eves
to emerge from our front
doors to be fruitful and
multiply the muck so the tale
of the world will once again
become wicked and fine. 

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