A Natural Shower Poem by Not Long Left

on the other side,
of the heavily streamed window,
down on the street below,
under the dimmed light from the lampost,
in the cracks on the pavement,
tiny sparkling rivers,
the skies above in all there grey glory,
pulling the clouds across their body,
so carefull not to miss any of the land,
The streets need washing,
The housing need washing,
The people in the houses on the streets,
need washing,
and that smell that lingers after a heavy down pour,
is life's dirt bieng washed away.