Rain doesn't satisfy her. She wants acid rain, sulfuric acid rain, stinging her skin and her eyeballs. Snow doesn't satisfy her either. If she had her way, hail would fall hard and fast, little meteorites puncturing her, making her bleed.

She has a special shower. When she gets in she turns the water all the way up past the mark labelled "scalding." The water hits her and sears her flesh, burning, puckering, scarring. It doesn't miss a spot.

Afterwards she takes an x-acto knife, slices herself vertically from scalp to conillon, and steps out of her cooked skin. She goes to the closet, takes out new raw flesh, and molds it to herself like clay. Then she gets into her kiln, says "I'll be back out in an hour," and closes the door.

I don't take showers with her anymore.