(c) Nicole F. Hall 2002
of the rain at the heart of a long, hot, dry spell?
Will it satisfy the earth or is it just another summer tease?
The cracked dry ground has submitted herself to accommodate the rain.
The foliage has turned brown in its despair.
The earth, once weeping for joy, sobs.
The tantalizing rains have not yet given way to her satisfaction.
I hear the earth crying out, weeping, and tormented by the desire
that can only be found in the rain. Rain begins its seduction again.
The foreplay and tease of the distant thunder rumbles.
The earth groans as rain approaches again,
wanting to believe she will be satisfied,
but sorely afraid of the inevitable mockery.
Building intensity, thunder growls louder, closer.
Thunder shouts,
"CR-R-R-RACK!!!"
as he loses his inhibitions.
Lightening
dances
for her mate,
promoting
his desires.
Rumble.
Rumble.
Groan.
The magnificent show of lights step aside as rain ends his seduction
to the earth as quickly as it began. Rain has had his fun.
Death lurks over earth amused at her lack of gratification,
but taking compassion on her needs and desires,
rain makes love to the earth.
S l o w and S t e a d y.
As the intensity builds, he beats against her.
With each stinging droplet, he tingles her back to life.
Earth allows him to enter her and make love to her.
She pulls him deep into her core.
She hungers and thirsts for him.
She receives him as he
beats
beats
beats
hard
Harder. against Faster.
Faster, her harder,
harder. Faster.
Suddenly there is silence.
The earth lets out a sigh of relief as the rain lay dormant in his release.
Quiet.
Not a sound.
Lay still.
Relish in the moment.
Shhhh...
Wait.
What is that sound in the distance I hear?
The foreplay of thunder is heard yet again.