Being wet. What a strange feeling. Most animals fear water and try to remove moisture as quickly as they can. Cats, for example, would never even bath for the fear of water.
Humans are not far of this behavior. Of course we need to bath in order to clean our bodies, yet we dry ourselves as fast as possible after that.
We fear rain, we run from it, we use umbrellas to cover our head.
What if, someday, we just embrace being wet. Having rain drops running over our faces, filling every little corner in our bodies, trying to use rain as a form of a strange connection with the sky, with deity? What if rain would be just a gigantic penis that nature is trying to use to transfer knowledge, emotions?
We like wet sex, having besides us a woman that would get wet just by looking at her or a man that is aroused by a simple gesture or the right word. Yet, we run from having sex with nature.
I prefer the woman, yet I embrace nature from time to time also……for a change.
Wet is the new black.
Cumandfornication 