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.