Common shower, a mental painting

Late at night it's slightly cooler than during the day, birds from the forest speak together.
Running water has been cut for some days now so I go to public shower.
It is a waterfall which die into the river, it has been converted into a shower with the addition of a concrete basement.
Down is the big river coming from the Andes and running in direction of Amazonia, I can see it's brown gleams.
Washerwomen are working together few meters away.
The waterfall beat my skin, there is a smell of humidity, a light drizzle also.
I'm drying myself, suddenly a huge warm rain comes.
Washerwomen cover their head with their buckets.
Kids don't care.


lauralou's picture

this reminds me,

thanks for the towel. It has been a reliable constant in my life the past few months. Your waterfall sounds beautiful but dulls in comparison to my neighborhood hamam, where ancient beauties scrubbed the highway tar off my feet.

Did you care?
(about the rain)