How many hours had it been? Just one? Two... perhaps even three, as the pair writhed beneath the rain as it fell in heavy sheets upon them and pocked the waters and muddied it with it's fury. And only did the lightning come, seeming to light up the skies and their forms each time their bodies changed positions. One time she was knee deep in the mud, another, he over her and holding her legs up as he stood, then she, over him, dominating him and riding him like wild. It wasn't until he was over her again and she half drowning did she finally sing- and a strike of lightning helped amplify it, as again and again, she was pleased by him and it was only made sweeter by the fall of the rain and the dangerous roar of thunder that shook the very grounds as they made love.