The Rain of Desire
High atop a mountain, looking out at the wide-open land, I see the future on the horizon. Dark clouds
threaten in the distance, fighting a battle with the determined sun. The lightning looks so small from where I
am, though the thunder still earns my respect, even from here. The copper smell of coming rain is around
me, warning me. The battle rages between the two mighty forces, both giving their best in this fight. For
centuries this grudge has existed between them. When, and why, it all began is not known. Man was only
dust back then. The sensations on my body are quite a curious feeling. For I have the sun's heat upon my
face, and the storm's chill in my bones, all together. This feeling is quite arousing, as if my lover where with
me. My lover's breath replaced by the sun's warmth, and her fingers substituted by the now falling rain. The
cooling wind reminds me of her long flowing hair, as it glides around my body. Slowly, I lay myself down, and
shut my eyes. My lover and I are here now, in passion, and in love. Her fingers touch me ever so delicately
in some spots, while firm in others. I can feel her breath on my neck, as it moves down toward my loins. The
blinding flash of her love, screams, followed by the rumble of her moans. She is so perfect, so thorough. My
release is coupled with hers, and we savor it. We lay motionless afterwards, taking the memory in deeply.
Then, with hesitation, I open my eyes. The storm has moved on, to the other mountain range. I smile at the
pleasure it brought to me. And watch as it continues its’ battle with the sun. For a moment I ponder the
notion, that perhaps this is not truly a battle at all. That what I am witnessing, is instead a love affair. That
nature is simply making love.
High atop a mountain, looking out at the wide-open land, I see the future on the horizon. Dark clouds
threaten in the distance, fighting a battle with the determined sun. The lightning looks so small from where I
am, though the thunder still earns my respect, even from here. The copper smell of coming rain is around
me, warning me. The battle rages between the two mighty forces, both giving their best in this fight. For
centuries this grudge has existed between them. When, and why, it all began is not known. Man was only
dust back then. The sensations on my body are quite a curious feeling. For I have the sun's heat upon my
face, and the storm's chill in my bones, all together. This feeling is quite arousing, as if my lover where with
me. My lover's breath replaced by the sun's warmth, and her fingers substituted by the now falling rain. The
cooling wind reminds me of her long flowing hair, as it glides around my body. Slowly, I lay myself down, and
shut my eyes. My lover and I are here now, in passion, and in love. Her fingers touch me ever so delicately
in some spots, while firm in others. I can feel her breath on my neck, as it moves down toward my loins. The
blinding flash of her love, screams, followed by the rumble of her moans. She is so perfect, so thorough. My
release is coupled with hers, and we savor it. We lay motionless afterwards, taking the memory in deeply.
Then, with hesitation, I open my eyes. The storm has moved on, to the other mountain range. I smile at the
pleasure it brought to me. And watch as it continues its’ battle with the sun. For a moment I ponder the
notion, that perhaps this is not truly a battle at all. That what I am witnessing, is instead a love affair. That
nature is simply making love.
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