Hour twenty

Under the shower,

so many happy memories with you under the shower,
then children having their shower
and the bathroom as a swimming pool.
A life can be lived under a shower
under the shower, warm and comforting,
a painful shoulder, a separation,
stuck in my painting,
my choice of colour, or clothes,
Lots can be sorted under the shower.
Under the shower,
remembering the torrential rainfall
from the last twenty four hours,
my shower is getting cold, icy and it takes me away.
My shower is now in the middle of the rain
and my house is no more.

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