Day 44 of The Year Apart (And Sometimes Not)

Today's Challenge:

Compose a sonnet involving showers.

Here is Davis' Shower Sonnet:

I believe there’s nothing like a rinse

To clear the mind and wash away the past

With powers that can ease my muscles’ tense

Or jolt my soul alive, awake, and fast

And nothing quite like dancing in the rain—

Our Mother’s favorite way to start anew—

It shifts not just the spirit, but the brain

This cleanliness and Godliness and you

Whene’er my body sheds its tears and sweat

I’m blessed with blasts of drink to wash away

The dirt and dust of life on me beset;

The shower’s where that dust remains today.

And yet despite the glory I invoke,

A shower’s great, but I would rather soak

Here is Charles':

Shower Wise (a sonnet)

Shower ever after

To find the temperature that befits the current mood

To turn the knobs to find the balance of hot and frigid

Is to gather the nutrients for the skinsoul’s food

To coddle and coax with warmth what once was rigid

Upon one’s breast a pearl of streams befall 

And pitter of patterns in a hydroponic barrage

So seemingly at the utter beckon call

Does this everflow so willing offer its massage

And in this womb of wise and wonderful wet

A wealth of prime ideas henceforth do come 

The origins and magic of which we may ne’er truly get

But one can trust in faith there’s always some

And so we take our leave from this bath of mind’s true eye

And set forth to accomplish dreams as we smile and towel dry