The water broke free and spewed
coolness into my supine face. I kept turning the knob on the shower for the
release of more, until it almost felt better than the rain. Yet I’ve always
held rainfall to be far more refreshing. It may not have poured down very
heavily about half an hour ago, but I bet that even the little that sprayed, would
uplift me on any day.
‘Chlorinated Aqua’ the
phrase sounded in my head, then I also heard, ‘but it soothes all the same.’
These were all voices
playing in my head with the incessant downpour of water onto my cranium. I have
always cherished my moments under the shower.
My chest continued to heave
from the brisk running I’d done out there when it drizzled earlier. I now
ceased to consider anything, and focused my thinking instead, with a little bit
of exertion on the sound of my breathing. It had just begun quieting, and
slowing its pace to the tranquil of the pattering cold wash. Whereas very
softly the exhaustion within my saturated body drifted away, escaping through
thin clouds of vapor as the running water repeatedly danced on my forehead and
leaked downward to cleanse and cool-off the rest of my human frame.
At that instant, my eyes
were completely shut and raised to Heaven above. I felt extremely buoyant like
a Spirit rocking in the middle of the
Atlantic on a sunny Sunday morning.
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