Shower me Down

There's something really beautiful about taking a long shower in the dark when there's a thunderstorm brewing outside. There's something quite about it that's quiet, calming..soothing. A sense of je ne sais quoi. The room in darkness with the only light coming from that little lamp by the bedside and from the curtain slightly drawn back letting in the last low golden rays of the day that made it through the grey clouds and onto the parquet floor makes you just want to stop in your step and gaze at the beauty of it all. The greyness that I can see through that little window above my head as I stand beneath the shower makes me feel safe where I am. The smell of cold rain hanging fresh in the air can never smell better as you breath it in amidst the dark surroundings. Inhaling deep and long like it's never going to be enough. That yearning for more of it. Feeling the rhythmic movement as your chest rises and falls and feeling so in tune with your body, it feels strangely good. And you know that soft zzhhhhh drum of the  heater's water pump as it works? It's like soft comforting music to the soul. The toilet door left slightly ajar sends the soft music playing from the room wafting in and a soft stream of yellow light into the toilet illuminating the blue and white checkered mosaic tiles of the bathroom's floor. All this as you feel the droplets of water patter and slide down your back, scrubbing yourself in and smelling like fresh apricots after. Towelling dry and curling up in bed, I can only wish for more days like this.