Angels working

Tethered strings closes in

connected by bad weather

‘Do u mind if I stand under your umbrella?

Let out a sigh and I’ll walk away’

“It’s ok”

Threads ends loose

meet at last

Now two paths have crossed

as intended

‘A heavy rain today?

mornings like these have me wishing I was in my pj’s

Under the covers

counting thunderous roars like sheep

Nature’s sweet melodies

tucking me in as I sleep

Crash-endows ring

Quaking the outer windows of my room’

‘I love the rain

You’

[Hesitates to say

but

fates game she must play]

“More or less the same

I like to crawl along side my pets

as their feline friends pour from the outside

You know how the saying goes”

‘Yes, Cat’s and dogs’

“Well i like to keep warm

to huddle up

with me at its center

To cuddle for warmth were cold seems more prevalent”

Conversation

had one bound to the other

Ties of human connection

lines drawn

between dots tied together

For fate may bring rain

But not the heat within the umbrella