I can feel each drop,
Quenching the thirst of my skin
I can hear each drop,
Hitting the floor, like rain on pavement, or a roof, perhaps
I can smell each drop,
Similar to the dew on an early, autumn morning
I can taste each drop,
When I’m filling my mouth in a futile attempt to rinse the taste of shampoo from my tongue
But I can’t see each drop.
I wear glasses.
They don’t work in the shower.