Sky's Eighteen

Amber tea in my yellow cup

Was quite something today.

There was rain outside and lightening

Crazy, Mad rain battering the world

And I smiled and sat inside and had my peaceful tea.

I saw Poetry outside.

And wild desires living themselves.

There was distinct harmony to be seen

In every wet bird, wet tree, wet human.

There was music. Oh boy, some nice music.

It was raw like the pitter-patter of the rain.

As familiar as the words I've used.

As warm and fuzzy as my amber tea.

Sky seemed eighteen finally.

It spoke and it yelled with authority of an adult.

And I was all ears to the Conversation of the Clouds.

I told her it's raining.

Her reply made me warm.

Warm and fuzzy like my amber tea.

I looked up again.

Believing myself to be in my Twenties.

The tea was all of Forties.

But that one crazy sky above was younger than us.

And its passion was driving me crazy.

My silly ol' Sky was Eighteen and I'd fallen for it.

:)