Analysis of Secret Desires: The Rain

Memories during a rainstorm or long stretch of rain caused tremendous grief and discomfort.
I looked out of the window and one memory began that I could not ignore.
The rain always brings a sense of cleansing.
It is a sign of new growth and life to the early months of spring.
The rain brings me to a sensual point.
An older man, to whom I often think of, taught me a different way to appreciate the rain.
I remember our steamy kisses and our lovemaking in this weather.
The cold air which hit my naked skin and his skillful strokes sent me beyond myself.
I reached a state of nirvana that I could never repeat or explain to the common sexual aficionado.
 I remember that day clearly. My body gave in to him.
 I gave him all of me and in return, his body did the same. He seemed surprised as much as I was.
My whole body felt a warm sensation fill it and I was embarrassed, to say the least.
I told him that no man had successfully made me come like that.
I could never forget such a memory, such a feeling!
Alas, I could never feel that emotional and physical connection again.
Ah, the sound of rain, I wanted this memory to pass but that isn’t going to happen now is it?