Clouds take a dark turn
I hear the clap of thunder
Here comes the will of heaven
Giving my city a heavy shower

Meanwhile at the mat
For what feels like hours
The machine spins my laundry
In detergent and water

Outside is drenched
After the rain goes
And when the machine stops
I take out my wet clothes

Thirty minutes later
Getting out of the dryer
By the arrival of the sun
My laundry is done

So I start anew
Walking in the light
With my city washed
And clothes that smell divine
We both
Leave the filth behind