Goatland

...and unto goatland is received the moistness and virility from whence its bounty of reciprocal anonymity shall arise. the smell of tainted life. the melodic and periodic sounds of the moistness caressing the curves of the collective being. and yet, at the utmost center of the carnal frenzy, with the palpable reality of sensation focused in his mind but not in his action, the writer is at once protected from nature's humbling game, and enthralled increasingly by it...

Yay, it's raining! I think this is the first time, also.