Nature's Unstoppable Cleansing

The Wet Clouds, Brewing Coffee, and Rainy Streets The wet clouds hover, brewing coffee in the air, Wet buildings glisten—what a sight to behold. Cars and mobs rush by, splashing water everywhere, No triumph of horns, no flashing indicators—just watch out. The more you run, the more splashes you wear, It feels nice at first, but by the time you're home, The charm fades, and it all feels a bit unfair. A quick wash, and everything’s clean again, But how many times? The count never ends. There are no breaks, just the same routine, Rain washes all, even our cluttered minds. Yet, the drains don’t escape the mess, Still, they never seem odor-free. Nature cleanses everything in its own time, Sometimes we’re part of the wash, Sometimes we’re left out to dry. Our work doesn’t stop, and neither does nature, Whether it's devastation or renewal—it’s fine. For in the end, it’s neither mine nor yours, Just nature’s own quiet, relentless course.