Angels, I told my son,
are forgetful. Sometimes,
they forget to turn off
the water in the bathtub,
so earth gets rain. That’s
why rain smells so special,
too, I said.
He asked me where the thunder
came from and I explained
God liked to go bowling
whenever the angels
made a mess of the bathroom.
“And lightening?” was next.
“Lightening,” I said, “is Mr. Clean
coming in and mopping up
all the water. The lights reflect
off his shiny head and so we
get lightening.”
“Oh,” my son said. He left me
to play. I was glad to give
him a little magic
while he was still
young enough to believe it.
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