As I lay here, watching the rain fall, I can almost see every drop as it hits the grass or mud that was made from the water soaking into the ground.
My named body longing to be under those cool droplets and the lightning, a beautiful sight while the thunder is music to my ears.
The only thing that could be better is the wind blowing at top speed, blowing the rain from side to side, down hard or even from below. To feel it's sting upon the skin reminds us that we are still alive and our water is still clean if we only collect it from above.
The longing to be in the storm can only be increased if I have a beautiful girl to make love to under those dark clouds. My stiff clit entering her as we kiss, our tongues mingling while I massage her pert breasts and listen to her moans with my own as we rut like two cats in heat until she has her release and I, mine, my seed flooding her depths to find that egg, so our child can be produced in the cleanest, yet one of the most chaotic of events.
Because rain is a chaotic event.
How you ask? Picture yourself, not as a human, buy as an insect. Flying, you could be struck by a water droplet as big as you. An ant, you would be fleeing a constant flood of your home into tall blades of grass and hoping to avoid being thrown off as the rain pelts the blade.
Chaos is beauty and to create life in it is the most beautiful thing.
Now...if only I had a submissive sweetheart to be my pet and enjoy a threesome poly relationship with two transwomen. Hint, hint.
