Wedding showers, baby showers, meteor showers, showers of praise, and in the case of Donald Trump, golden showers, I have read. In Spanish, the word for shower is ducha, and in French douche. In Italian, it is doccia. I’m sure that one of these applies to the Orange Mussolini.
I myself prefer the showers that occur when the clouds cool to their dewpoint and the rain falls; we have not had enough of those in Central Texas this year. Short of that, I prefer the rain shower in our bath. So do Maia and Kedi. When we take a morning shower, light streams in from the South-facing Bay window through a diffusing screen of 3/4″ square gratings that are etched into a plastic sheet meant to give us privacy. The result is a riot of rainbows that fall on the tub, the shower area and the cats. I call this phenomenon bathing in rainbows.
I remember that at the end of every Car Talk program, Click and Clack would credit all of the invaluable staff that made Car Talk possible. Their Personal Hygiene Advisor from the Tokyo Office was Oh Takashawa. 🙂