I can't believe I never realized how powerful an aphrodisiac a lighting storm can be. Raw energy pulsating within the night, threatening to wrench the skies in two in its struggle for completion. Each thrust of light punctuated by a growl across the heavens. Two cataclysmic forces converging in harmony. Building tension in the skies and heat upon the earth. Both entities sharing in the chaotic dance, adding to the pressure, until, letting out a mighty roar; the rain falls. Wetness, the shared release of kinetic beings, pours forth, the end of a desperate drought. In its titillating wake, new life is nurtured within the earth. Alas, is it not reminiscent of sweet, carnal lovemaking? I find myself arrested and aroused. I imagine only ecstasy if i were to lie with a lover, we two sharing the climax of the skies, adding our cries to the sensual tango of the world. Finding nature, desire, and fulfillment in the comfort of the tangible.
As I muse upon my thoughts, dawn breaks, casting an ethereal glow across the morn. I can hear bird song, unfettered by the last few moments, cooing their song to the world; as she, lies sleepy, sated and dormant once again. How like a woman the world is. How like lovebirds, the forces of nature interact.