She had always loved the rain...the way each droplet caressed her body, sent chills down her spine, warmed her inside and out even in the coldest weather. Tonight the gray clouds that filled the sky promised a storm the likes of which she had never seen. She got dressed quickly, putting on a skintight lavender tank top and a pair of snug denim capris, then stepped outside in her bare feet just as the rain started to fall. She looked up towards the heavens, soaking in the moment with each passing second, her body overwhelmed by the sensation of the wet grass beneath her feet, the chill of the stormy breeze, the tender touch of the raindrops on her bare skin.
The rain poured from the sky in torrents as though all the oceans of the world were emptying at once. She began to shiver, as much from bliss as from the cold, and stretched her arms upwards as far as she could reach as if trying to touch heaven. Her drenched clothes were plastered to her body, and her hard nipples were plainly visible through her tank top. He watched her from across the street, awestruck by her beauty, and he felt his manhood stirring in his blue jeans. He slowly began to walk towards her, wondering what he had done to deserve the love of this earth angel. As he grew nearer to her, his body began to tremble in anticipation. She was so caught up in the moment that she did not see him approaching.