as parched as the arid grounds

the evening rains the precursor to what was to follow.

at first,

that slight....faint...light kiss of a drizzle that dampened the skin.

a soothing kiss, to dribble the heat of the day away.

bursts of wind bringing in heavier clouds,

weighty with buckets of water.

the heavens a welcoming grey shadowing the moon out of view

...a welcomed sight for, the sun had been harsh in its daily stay.

a necessary balance....that of heat and water.

how parched the lands would be should the sun strike day and night

how arid and barren...baked...thirsty...crumpled...

cracked

sterile and ...colourless...something that knows to be so giving and feeding and nurturing.

that fine balance in nature.

and thus 

just as the body and mind begins to yearn beyond...beyond,

feeling parched and forgotten

the wish the ache... the remembering...

the knowledge, the knowing of an attentive hand

a spirit sexy and sensual

erotically captivating....

generously giving...wishing.

the drizzle turned to a downpour,

and the wish went out to the heavens...

and the gown fell to the ground...

an aching body and spirit surrendering to the wet skies

and a lover yearned...imagined...felt the call

as her wish ripped through his thoughts

and, he knew...her mind and body were parched.

RB.