Her rain was their song. It was quiet in the still of the night as they made sweet and tender love while the others slept. It was calm when he rained kisses over her hands, up her arms, and over her upturned, smiling face. It sizzled when their bodies trysting in love's dance made the hot days even hotter. But when he snatched her against his side without care other than to have her closer and ravaged her supple body with both his hungry mouth and skilled hands, the thunder roared, lightning flashed, and the rain was a blessed torrent.
The End