A Torrent Conquered

We marched along the glossy kitchen tiles toward the towering metal basin. A silver serpent arched over the pit—the faucet. A single cold drop struck our shoulder. Insolent. We leapt onto the slick steel lip, digging our claws against the edge. We lunged upward, throwing our entire weight straight into the tall lever handle. Clang! It yielded downward. A fierce roar erupted as cold water blasted into the stainless steel bowl below, spraying mist against our chest. We stood firm in the deluge, roaring back at the crashing current. We bend this domain to our will.