The tide comes in…the tide comes out…

She breathes in…she breathes out…

All is calm and well at this point.  All is serene in its normality of existence, all is peaceful in its reality.

…until the storm hits.

It begins with the winds starting to whip up around her ears, blowing the trees a little more fiercely as it picks up energy.  Next the ground feels the first touch of wet as the rain begins to explore it with nearly a tickle dancing upon the currently sparse ground.

The ground, so dry, arches closer to feel the warmth of the wet upon her dry flesh the way nature intended.  It reaches upwards towards the tongues of the clouds for more pleasure to be bestowed upon her…more warm wet to absorb into her.

Clouds above watch as the ground accepts their offering and squeals for more…and whom are they to decline such a request.

The rain begins to drop at a heavier beat creating a rhythm that the ground thrusts towards.  The falling water penetrates the ground for the first time, causing a gasp of nature that turns into more wanting of further…deeper penetration.

Ground thrusts upwards, now anticipating the beat of the rain into it…not only accepting, but wanting more.  It drives upward into the falling water and, for a short time, messes up the rhythm due to its own thirst for pleasure…before it settles into a beat that compliments the falling rain.

Slowly the two increase the pace as the storm increases its intensity, and the ground wants more.

Soon the ground is spraying its own loose dirt and mud into the air as it nears its climax…the storm, now pounding down upon it, penetrating it deeper than ever before…

They climax together in a scream of lightning, thunger and Earth…coming together in one moment where all time halts…and rain…all ground…all sound…

…stops.

…nothing remains, but pleasure…

…nothing but the climax…

…nothing but the storm…

…nothing but…

The storm moves past and slows, having finished its orgasm.

The ground, now content and damp, slows its own thrusts.

All calms…

…new life is born amidst the damp ground…

…and the cycle begins again.

…until the next storm rolls in.

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