May 1983 Baja; returning home, first time in 50 years there is so much rain in the desert and it is blooming everywhere!
She moaned as lizards slithered between her thighs and slept a dream of wetness like an orgasm of the sky.
Her silent longing made her cry and as she wept these tears of life tumbled down her withered breasts feeding the growing things inside her as if they had been blessed.
She dreamt of hidden valleys voluptuous with mounds of variegated colors, flowers in between and all the sweet young things of virgin youth suckled as she cried out.
Maidenheads were formed again that night. The desert became a blushing bride.
