Thunderstorms and fireworks displays: my favorite conditions for sex. I haven't had a good rain since we moved to the desert. Storms are too few and far between, and they're so short-lived that they're over before foreplay. Fireworks don't happen often enough, either. The displays are too public, anyway. I wake up in the middle of the night in the middle of September. Something has jolted me from sleep. I look out the window - no rain. Neighbors down the road are having their own private display. Finally, release. I return to bed and start to rouse your sleeping form.