There’s never enough of you to go around,

I stare at you dripping down the stall,

Steam rising off a tired, sore body.

Drops plop and trickle down the drain.

I imagine distant cooler days ahead,

In my sweating, stinking summer daze.

A sigh as a shower head gives refuge,

Spraying my sticky skin with encouragement.

But patience evaporates with the truth,

That the sun will get the last laugh,=