Passion Rains Down

 

 

There is something deeply erotic about rain.

Sombre, subtle,… yet everything becomes alive. Everything becomes so fragrant.

Rains saturates the earth, and it saturates me.

The sounds of trickling drops….the scent of fresh earth. Drenched. It’s intoxicating.

The dampness in the earth, the dampness on my skin, the flush in the earth, the flush in my cheeks.

Most complain about the rains…they see it as “ugly” weather and detest it.

But for me, and the few like me, we see rain strikingly different… rain is the bringer of immense comfort and passion.

Rain reminds me of delicious tea, savoury foods and most of all, erotic bliss and warmth.

Rainy mornings, rainy afternoons or rainy nights… all have the potential for reaching an altered state of consciousness that no other weather can induce.

 

Here are some old favorite songs that share my appreciation of rain…

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