Rain, Rain

RAIN, RAIN I MUST BE REALLY PARCHED SCORCHED AND BARREN EVEN MORE THAN THE EARTH WHICH YOU CRUELLY CONSUMMATE TO WELCOME RAPTUROUSLY YOUR ADVENT, HERALDED BY PROPER CEREMONY OF DARK, OVERBEARING CLOUDS LIGHTNING AND THUNDER-CLAPS OR UNANNOUNCED WITH TEMPERAMENTAL OUTBURSTS YOUR COOL SPRAY ON MY THROBBING TEMPLES THROUGH THE WINDOW THE SOUNDS OF YOUR CARESS ON THE MILDLY PROTESTING PANES AND WHISPERS COAXING THE LEAVES TO SUBMISSION AND THE INTOXICATING AROMA OF AROUSED PASSION RISING FROM THE EARTH DIFFUSE INTO MY BEING AND STIR TO LIFE THE DEADENED HOPES IN HUMILITY I SMUGLY FEEL WRAPPED WITH VISIONS OF YOUR POWER INFUSING LIFE OR DESTROYING IT AS YOU REIGN UNRELENTINGLY BESTOWING MOODILY YOUR FAVOURS TENDERLY IN A COMPASSIONATE SHOWER HERE OR LASHING IN DEVASTATING FURY THERE GERMINATING NOW OR UPROOTING IMPETUOUSLY, INEXORABLY IN A STUPENDOUS ACT OF INCLEMENT COPULATION URGENT, HYSTERICAL INSATIATE AND OVERWHELMING DEMANDING NOTHING LESS THAN TOTAL SURRENDER AND EVEN AS YOU DEPART LEAVING THE EARTH RAVAGED AND RAVISHED AND FECUND IN PAIN IT PINES AND THIRSTS AS ALSO I DO AS I LIE ON MY BED BY THE WINDOW CRIPPLED, WASTED, DISCARDED, EMPTY ---------------------- Charu wrote: Bhai, Obligingly and wistfully reliving a day in memory. charu