I Smell The Storm Coming

The scent of the Earth's arousal fills my nostrils,
As She prepares Her soil to receive
The Sky's sweet rain.
Hear the thunder rumble,
His deep groans of ecstasy,
As clouds ejaculate the watery semen.

What kind of lover will she receive?
Will He be kind and gentle
Softly teasing with light caresses?
Or shall He be fierce and pummel Her
Until He can give no more?

When it is done will She be satisfied?
Will the Sky have filled Her womb
To create life anew?
Or will he have to try many more times to please
our Mother Earth?