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The storm's fury has abated, leaving the evening air charged with a different kind of energy. A man, alone in his room, feels the pulsating desire that mirrors the storm's recent intensity. He sheds his clothes, the cool air against his skin a stark contrast to the heat building within him. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, the sensation of his own touch sending shivers down his spine. The rain's gentle tap against the window is his symphony, his body moving in rhythm, a dance of desire in the aftermath of the storm.