It would have been good to experience a massive thunderstorm in Morocco, like the one’s we sometimes get in North Yorkshire, and the aftermath when all the plants seem so much greener and the roads are flooded right across.
There was that time we were sheltering in the Netto supermarket, with the rain beating down so hard on the metal roof, and the unexpected boom of thunder that caused an old woman to drop a packet of cornflakes. By the time we’d bought a few bargain items the rain had stopped and the car park was steaming with the evaporation that had already started.
Though there might have been a chance of being struck by lightning, I recall another time when Jess and I ran out at the peak of a storm wearing only t-shirts. There was nobody else down by the river, and the Ouse looked extraordinary as the brief monsoon rain danced madly on the water’s surface.
‘We’re going to die !’ I shouted above the noise of such heavy rain.
‘Don’t be a baby !’ Jess shouted back.
I couldn’t help noticing her lovely breasts and firm nipples beneath the sodden t-shirt, even though my glasses were virtually useless in the wet conditions. We went back to the flat and ripped-off our clothes, making love on the lounge floor as the lightning and thunder continued for what seemed like hours.
‘Does my hair look a mess ?’ she asked when things had calmed down.
‘Yes, a lovely mess.’
‘I need a hot shower.’
I was left to gaze out of the window, as people emerged from the shelter of shop doorways, and normality resumed for a while until the next violent cloudburst. If we’d been smokers I suppose we’d have lit cigarettes, but instead I made some hot tea for when my lady emerged in her dressing gown. I tried putting my hand between her open thighs, hoping for a resumption of our recent activity, but she pulled away with a little smile.
‘You men are never satisfied.’
‘If we were, the human race would die out.’
‘Not now we’ve got test tubes and all those clever scientists; men are more or less redundant.’
‘Thanks a lot !’
‘Not you, you’re special.’
We both chuckled, enjoying the strong tea and watching the sun come out over the Bonding Warehouse.