Forecast...Rain

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Forecast...Rain

....rain rolled in fast while we were taking in the groceries from the car. The last few bags got soaked, and so did we.  Once inside, we put the bags on the table, and went to the windows to watch the downpour.  We loved watching the rain.  There was something so intimate in being quiet, and listening to the patter of raindrops over the Earth.
To me, it's like God's encore on His handiwork for us being fed, and nourished.
It is up to us if we think it is a nuisance, or a blessing.

I snuggled in closer to him, as we leaned on the rails of the patio, looking out over the horizon, and smelling the freshness of the moment.
I slipped my hand under the back of his shirt, and began gently massaging his back,
trying in some small way to relax him from the challenges of the day.
He liked that.  He just smiled....and sighed.
He said nothing, he didn't have to, and I didn't either.  There is always so much in his smile, and that soft 'Mmmmm'   It sends cringes of electricity all through me.

The aroma of the wind blowing fresh raindrops down to the Earth is so soothing to me. Coupled with good music, and being in a secluded place, with the one you desire most in the world. you could say, at that moment, I had it all.  The rain served as the music.
Nothing was more important right then.
Just that we were together, we were safe, and we were at the only place 'we' wanted to be. That was enough for me.
He reached over, and kissed me on the cheek.  You would have thought he gave me a million dollars, by the smile on my face.  Jagged fingernails carved sensual graffiti up and down the side of my face as his skin warmed my skin.  He knew what it was doing to me, and he knew he was turning me on.  Taking my arm that was under his shirt, I pulled him to me, looked into those dark, longing brown eyes, and kissed him.
Our tongues eased into each others mouth, as softly as the rain poured down over the Earth.  As the Earth exhaled, so did we.
Slow.  Soaking.  Sensual kisses....one by one.
He let my hands move over his torso, as a pianist strokes keys that make music that makes the ears tingle with adore and delight.
Delightful to me, his touch.  Insightful for me, is his desire.  Because it was mine to fulfill. I was his audience, and he, mine.  We loved rescuing each other.  We knew each ether's bodies and what they needed, and when.  We often became lost in each others song.  No words.  Just Mother Nature's music, playing until our immediate desires ebbed.

A flawless performance...every time.

An encore....and another one....as the rain covered the Earth....
and we covered each others body....with our own.