Water Shower

I breathe
Smell it as it falls through the air.
It seeps into me, through my nose, my mouth, my pores.
It flows through my veins, pumped by my softly beating heart.
The sounds of a thousand drops hitting the ground
echo like the footfalls of a thousand tiny faeries
joyfully dancing on a drum.
The beat of my heart quickens to the music, tries to catch up and sing along.

I see a thousand sparkling diamonds making their way down, falling, falling.
They sparkle and shimmer as the light dances around and off and through.
The rush of the air
desperately trying to get out of the way, being pushed down and around,
roaring like a thousand voices whispering all at once.

I step into the downpour and I collide with the droplets.
Sliding across my skin,
rolling down,
tracing the contours of my body like a thousand chilly finger tips,
melding into my skin,
it is me.

I lean back into the cascade and close my eyes.
I can feel it dash in between the thousand strands of hair on my head. I run my fingers through my wet hair
and feel myself drip away.

I open my eyes
and I can see myself rolling off the skin,
being washed down, down, down