The Rain's Desire

She woke up to the sound of raindrops tapping against the window. The soft pitter-patter was a soothing lullaby, and she felt her body stir with a familiar yearning. She knew what it meant.

As she lay there, her mind wandered to her lover, imagining his hands on her skin, his lips on her neck, his body entwined with hers. She felt a wave of arousal wash over her, and she couldn't resist the urge to touch herself, tracing her fingers over her thighs and breasts, slowly building the heat within her.

Outside, the rain intensified, the droplets pounding against the roof and the leaves, a symphony of sound and rhythm. She imagined it was the beating of her heart, the pulsing of her desire, building to a crescendo that would release her from her ache.

She got up from the bed and walked over to the window, watching the rain fall in sheets. The world outside was a blur of green and grey, the colors of nature's passion. She opened the window, letting the cool air and the scent of rain fill the room. She leaned against the windowsill, her eyes closed, her senses alive with the music of the rain.

She heard the door open, and she turned to see him standing there, his body glistening with raindrops, his eyes dark with desire. He didn't say a word, but she knew what he wanted. She walked over to him, and they embraced, their bodies pressed against each other, wet and slippery.

He kissed her, his lips hungry, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. She moaned, the sound swallowed by his kiss. They broke apart, and he looked at her, his eyes intense, his desire palpable. He took her hand and led her outside, into the rain.

The water was cold on her skin, but she didn't care. She was lost in the moment, in the feeling of him against her, his hands tracing the contours of her body. They kissed again, their tongues dancing in a sensual duet, as they moved together in the rain.

The world around them faded away, and there was only the rain, the music of their desire, the melody of their bodies in motion. They were lost in their passion, oblivious to everything else.

The rain continued to fall, a reminder of the fleeting nature of their love, of the transience of their desire. But in that moment, they were eternal, two souls intertwined in a symphony of love.

As they lay together in the rain, spent and sated, she felt a sense of completeness, a feeling she had never known before. She knew that their love was a fleeting thing, but in that moment, it was all that mattered.

As the rain slowed to a gentle drizzle, they moved back inside, their bodies still intertwined, their love still pulsing with the rhythm of the rain. They dried themselves off, and he looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and sadness.

"I have to go," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, knowing that their love was a temporary thing, a brief interlude in the chaos of their lives. But she couldn't help the ache in her heart, the feeling that she was losing something precious.

They dressed in silence, their bodies still humming with the memory of their passion. He kissed her one last time, his lips gentle, and then he was gone, disappearing into the rain and the mist.

She stood there for a moment, alone with her thoughts, her heart aching with a bittersweet longing. She knew that their love was fleeting, but in that moment, it had been everything. She felt a sense of gratitude for the rain, for the symphony of desire it had brought, for the beauty and power of their love.

She walked back to the window, watching the rain continue to fall, a reminder of the transience of life and the beauty that could be found in fleeting moments. She knew that their love was a memory now, a beautiful and painful memory, but she also knew that it would stay with her forever, a testament to the power of the human heart and the beauty of nature's symphonies.

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