Rain
I love water.
I love to drink it. I love to swim in it. I love how it cleanses (physically, emotionally, and spiritually). Maybe its because I’m a Cancer and Cancer is a water sign.
I especially love the rain.
We have been lacking in rain this summer in East Tennessee. Apparently it’s been that way in most of the southeastern US. Just a few good hard storms, here and there.
But today, it rained off and on all day. More on than off.
It wasn’t stormy. The sky never got very dark. But the rain was heavy and warm. It fell straight down, never blowing at an angle. Like billions of liquid paratroopers descending on the front lines. My favorite kind of rain.
The kind of rain that makes me close my eyes and turn my face to the heavens. The kind of rain that makes tickly puddles in the grass against bare feet. The kind of rain that I want to have sex in.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like a downpour happens and the beast awakens. I don’t turn on the Weather Channel and spank it to a low pressure system. (Although I will own up to having considered a yank or two to meteorologist Jim Cantore. Just considered it. Never done it.).But there is some connection between sex and the rain.
When that first cloudburst happens after a long dry spell, when the earth is parched, you run out and dance in it. You give yourself over to it. Has rain ever felt so good?
But it comes so hard and fast that it doesn’t soak in deep and feed the earth. It’s all on the surface. It doesn’t bring about any growth or life.
Like when I hooked up with Patrick last summer after an eighteen month drought. But, that’s how it is when nothing is absorbed. In a flood, the things that are meaningful often get lost.
Then a few months later a regular weather pattern came along in the form of the attorney (He knows low pressure…No…lower…lower…yeah, right there): a warm refreshing steady rain. The kind that promotes growth. Again and again. (Okay, one more time.) Sometimes it’s a soaker, sometimes a gentle sprinkle. It’s not something you get every day. But just be patient. It’ll show up in the forecast and the heavens will open up again. And you never know when it will be the perfect storm.
I have had sex in the shower. I have gotten busy in a hot tub. I have even gotten head while floating on the lake in an inner tube. (Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “tubing.”) All water, but I imagine it all pales compared to sex in the rain.
Sex in the rain must be an exponential experience. Like smoking a Marlboro with a pinch of Skoal in your lip. Sex to the nth power. Wet, pounding, relentless, salty, satisfying sex.
I mean rain.
July 25th, 2007 at 4:50 am
Never had sex in the rain. I do remember one afternoon where it was pouring outside. I was with Brad my last Boyfriend. We were outside chancing each other around in it. Horsing around sort of speak. Using our feet to splash each other with the puddles. It was a great feeling. We were soaked. I think we ended up going inside and stripping off our wet clothes and getting busy on the living room floor. I don’t know if it was the rain that did it or the male comradery that got use worked up.
Every time it rains I want to do something like that.
July 25th, 2007 at 6:10 am
I love the rain… we did the deed on the front porch last week during a storm one night… ahhh… the light mist blowing on us as we did our thing… yummm… also… my former job gave me opportunity to meet Cantore several times…very nice guy and very hot (muscular)…but he is very short… on the opposite end is the black weather guy who is sooo tall and he is also very built… his name is Paul Goodloe…he is married though… jim on the other hand…hmmmm
July 25th, 2007 at 7:07 am
Doing it in the rain is great fun — as long as you wear your rubbers. (Couldn’t help it);-)
July 25th, 2007 at 8:35 am
Great analogies there, Tony. Sex in the rain is hot and passionate. It was my fantasy when I was still a virgin, and now I remember the 3 times I have done it as the best sex I ever had. Just like that pinch of snuff and a Marlboro (only I had a Camel).
July 25th, 2007 at 9:36 am
In an all day mist on a deserted beach for hours. Momorable after thiry years. I still feel the sogginess, being wet and slippery, with the distant roar of waves . . .and the warm body and the soft lips.
Nothing as healing as rain in all its wonderful forms (except for floods).
July 25th, 2007 at 10:10 am
I’ll leave the editorial to the others. Las Vegas-rent car- drive to red rock- short hike to anywhere- fuck your brains out in a downpour that starts then ends in less than 12 minutes- grounds dry by the time you reach the car, but you’re still drenched. and wet too!
Your descriptions take me back. Thanks.
July 25th, 2007 at 10:17 am
great post. and just another thing you and i have a in common.
July 25th, 2007 at 10:40 am
I love the rain too. For me it has to do with growing up n a farm and rainy days we didn;t have to work in the fields. I still love lazy rainy days. Hanging on to someone you like while you’re getting soaked and you can feel the moisture running down your body and between your bodies is the best.
July 25th, 2007 at 11:42 am
Beautiful post! Love it. Wonderful, sensual imagery. My neighbours think I am slightly crazy because I take my boys for walks in the rain. There is nothing quite like that splashing of play that soaks you body and spirit. It sounds like the Attorney is beoming a part of the fertile, nourishing rain in your life. How great is that! As for having sex in the rain … one day … It’s on my “to do” list . I know it will be just as you say … wet, pounding, salty, saltisfying.
July 25th, 2007 at 5:58 pm
Great analogy between rain and sex. Both are equally great in their own respects and combining them just ensures great pleasure. Definitely something I will have to try.
July 25th, 2007 at 7:48 pm
Sex in the shower is fantastic, but the idea of shagging outdoors in a warm summer downpour is so totally sensual and awesome! I’ve had sex in light drizzle kinda rain on a nude beach, that was great, but a nice heavy soaking rain would be hot.
Beautifully written once more bigT!
July 27th, 2007 at 5:44 pm
I’m not a fan of shower sex. It’s great in theory - but someone always gets the cold tile and not the warm spray (stop it right now folks!). Outdoors is great and pools, lakes and rivers.
…as for Jim Cantore - i kind of agree. But the on-the-road Jim. Unshowered, unshaved and stubble. The chrome dome w/lotion and lights on him in the studio makes him lose his hotness. And he is short. Like REALLY short. Eh, I’d still do him.
July 27th, 2007 at 6:48 pm
Feel it on your fingertips..
July 28th, 2007 at 6:29 pm
T you weren’t supposed to mention the “tubing” incident. I told you it was an accident. I flipped over and accidentally landed on your cock.
I miss the warm rain here. We have a very short rainy season but it is cold water off the pacific. Brrrr! Freeze your nimmies right off!
July 29th, 2007 at 1:50 am
I imagine that it is.
And all this time I thought you had done that.
July 30th, 2007 at 6:51 pm
My first girlfriend, Doris, and I “dry” humped in her parent’s pool (is that possible? DH in a pool?) That was the first time she approached an orgasm and she was pretty taken back by the feeling. The cool thing is that it was something she never experienced before. I wonder if she remembers it. My second girlfriend, Susan, and I did it in a lake, but I kept losing my footing (rocky), and some guy was watching us from his boat, so we gave up. And finally, with my second boyfriend, Marc (with a “c”), we gave each other hand-jobs in the Caribbean (I mean, in the water), Paradise Island. It was cool. I guess my water experiences are nice. Not stellar, but nice. I won’t include showers.
Baked chicken with a light rub, a stuffing ball, and broccoli simmered in bullion.
August 13th, 2007 at 3:55 pm
Oh! Me too! I love being naked and wet! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!