Storms rinse the sky

Storms rinse the sky, the beaches and the streets;
It’s dusk again and, once the night is set,
The dark will drive her home, where she’ll forget
Mutinous skies and noisome, thunderous beats
That crash through air, while lightning burns and heats
The night, with driving rain-filled clouds, to wet
The coastal town that trembles there to get
The full force of a thrashing, which her seat’s
Not feeling, for she’s otherwise, engaged,
Bent on a table with her arse up-thrust,
Obedient and ready to supply
A target for the punishment he’s staged;
For she’s assured her discipline’s a must,
As storms rinse beaches; and the streets and sky.