Making Love

Those who think the world is silent when it rains

Have never listened to the earth breathing 

They don’t understand the subliminal art of feeling 

When the rain hits the dust- petrichor

It isn’t a sound

It is an ecstasy 

It is the moan the ground gives

The hum the trees make

The instant gasp as flowers bloom

As rain plays teasing fingers

Across the earth

Opening the dry, tired world and showing 

Her how amazing and soft she is

Despite the long hard drought

Where she lost the fight to remember her lush beauty 

It is the ultimate secret of lovers

The creation of love at its most beautiful

If you do not understand why rain makes women burn

You do not understand making love

Listen to the rain


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