It was the first rain they were enjoying since their union.

They, the man and woman of the woods, lay under the tree.

Unaware of their own nudity, each thinking of the ways to escape the cold that was gradually gripping them.

At some point in time, a fascinating ogle, an invitation so irresistible from the snake-like eyes hidden in the foliage, pulled the man towards the tree.

He got up from the ground, reached for the lowest bough, plucked a ripe fruit and bit it.

A strange sense of virulence and lust irrupting within him, he offered the partially eaten fruit to the woman.

As he stood agape with half-open eyes, she hugged him from behind, her throbbing bare chest pressed against his muscular back.

Then, a swarthy hirsute man, the one with those eyes, quietly descended from the tree, with an ethereal smile.

The nude man freed himself from the woman with a jerk and walked towards the man from the tree.

In no time, they found themselves in a tight embrace and started making love.

The woman sank to her knees, wailing in unbearable pain of rejection.

Lightning and thunder vainly tried to console her.

And from each of her teardrops that touched the earth sprouted myriad mushrooms.