I am ready, rains, for a new season, another season. I love the deaths I die each night and the lives I birth each morning. Watch my lips, they part. My grin is toppling. Don't try, you can't contain it. My throat gurgles. You know, now I am gonna laugh that full-faced, full-throated laughter of mine. My face would twist upwards to the sky and you could glimpse the virile presence my throat insists. My eve's apple would bang once on its wall and my face would arc back to its genesis. You would want to possess me then. But you know I exist nowhere but in moments. I am here, and I shall be gone. I shall be foregone and I shall come back. I am changing. I am the seasons. I am the woman who watches the droplets and I am the droplets that fall from the sky.
Watch how the electromagnetic fields of earth and existence rise on my body. You call them goosebumps. I call them nothing. Rains, wait no more. Come, come, make crazy love to me.