He only loves me when it rains . . when thunder bullies calm and the sky turns its back on sun. Only then will he pause . . admit a need to connect and stream sensual imagery my way. He keys out steamy recall . . of we two at carnal best and dares me back there with him. I rushed back that first time . . navigated a ruined history in sail for greener ground. But he only loves me when it rains . . for steamy couplings that burst casual when nature waves fair. Rainbows don’t live in shallow . . in lures that sensuously shine. storms don't have to be drama if resolve buoys bottom line.