the rumbles reverberated through her. she was a sounding board for the rain. the echoes pulsated in droplets, sliding swollen from leaf to leaf.
the journey from knee to crotch was agonisingly slow. she counted four swift intakes of air.
the renegade rain drop collided her underwear. melted through cotton and hair onto skin.
she shuddered from spines to sacrum.
in time with the heavens
both pining for rain.
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