I know you have begun, rains. The ancient instincts you shelved in me tell me so. I know your dance will now commence. You shall flood us and stop the trains :) Oh rains, it feels so nice. You know? It has been sunny for so long. Ah. The sun felt nice too, on the back of my arms and the curve of my back. I have, like water, enjoyed the scorching. And now as I see, the season is turning. The earth has turned, the winds have turned, the clouds have turned and we have you here! Watch my lips. They too turn. Which way, you know. For your lips turn too as you watch me - slanting, upwards.
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.
