Clouds gather as you moan
Ruffling of sheets as you writhe in pleasure is my rolling thunder
The smell of you heavies the air my skin whispers the dampness I feel
Winds blow as you move your hips back and forth, back and forth
Moisture surrounds me as your thighs and the skies slowly open
Mist to drops, drops to drizzle, drizzle to down pour
I part my lips and on the tip of my tongue
I taste the Rain…