I’m standing here in the nude, in the middle of a school oval. I have my soap, shampoo and towel ready to go. The school kids laugh, but this is the only way to wash off my stench.
The clouds are dark and low, surely I won’t have to wait much longer. The heavens open, down comes the rain. Water splashes all over and around me, time for the soap.
The storm intensifies, the soap and shampoo wash away. The rain stops, I dry off and put on my clothes. There’s another storm tomorrow.