Come down,
***** yet sweet water
from the sky.
***** because
the smoke of our factories
the smoke of our cigarettes
the smoke of our minds
has made your clouds gray
and your image decay.
Sweet, because
only you can wash
a gray life, and a gray mind
out of me.
Come down and wash me—
I prefer your dirtiness
from smoke
than my dirtiness
from life.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 3:08 PM UTC
Come down,
***** yet sweet water
from the sky.
***** because
the smoke of our factories
the smoke of our cigarettes
the smoke of our minds
has made your clouds gray
and your image decay.
Sweet, because
only you can wash
a gray life, and a gray mind
out of me.
Come down and wash me—
I prefer your dirtiness
from smoke
than my dirtiness
from life.
When I was having a shower, this idea was born in my mind. I sat down and wrote it.
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Copyright: Shattentraumer, 2026. Licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/). Original: https://hellopoetry.com/poems/5262439/come-down-rain-water
