Rain as an Aphrodisiac

The smell of rain hangs heavily in the humid sticky air. I inhale deeply through my nose, close my eyes and exhale. A calm falls over me, I become Infuse with the elements.  
Acidic sweetness envelopes the region, in the distance, off in the northeast, lighting fractures the darkness imbuing light across the night sky.

Rain, rain, rain, pouring down, a drenching coolness permeates the dissipating warmth.

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