Monsoon

The first rains of the monsoon 
Bathes the city, 
cleansing it, 
Of its dirt and sins.  

Catharsis, 
A chance at a new life, 
Reborn from the ashes of the old 
In a torrent of rain  

Only to squander the opportunity 
And return to old ways, 
Waiting for the next year 
And the next monsoon.