african freedom (potentially too much information)

the other day i stepped in the shower as i usually do a little before 7am.
[it should be admitted that my accommodations are not typical for these parts; i have running cold water and a fairly common american bathroom sans shower head on the shower wall (instead i have a hose with a head on the end). the running water comes from a massive 5000 gallon tank on a two story cement pedestal. gravity does the rest. admittedly i do miss hot showers. but having running water is a privilege i appreciate.]
the cold water came out a little slow with very little pressure. nevertheless i lathered up and started the cleaning process. while i lathered i had the water off. when i tried to turn it back on to rinse off, there was only about three drops that fell out apologetically. fortunately, being rainy season, the rain was falling like in the days of noah. i put a towel around my body, told the ladies in the kitchen to stay inside, and ran outside. tossing the towel aside i gloried in the hard rain.
warmer than the shower water, the rain quickly and refreshingly rinsed the shampoo and soap suds from my hair and skin.
ah, where else can you do something like that?