Waking Rain

Waking up to the rain outside is one of my favorite things. It reminds me of a certain Summer with a certain lover. We'd make love in the afternoons, doze off after sweet orgasms, and wake up to the three pm rain showers that passed sweetly through like trains, on time, on schedule, predictable. 

Never a heavy downpour, only a half hour shower of gentle rain, enough to clear the air and refresh the senses. For these reasons and others, I love waking to the rain. There is something cleansing and pure about it.

Water, of all the elements, is my favorite. There is such beauty and power and life in there. Water from the sky was extraordinary.

That Summer of 17 brought sweet sex and rain showers. If only I'd been aware of the sweet delights that would be mine that Summer, and never again, sweet sexual exchanges came without lifetime expectations. That Summer alone.