A Cup of Coffee For the Rain

This quiet August evening...My mama and I are sitting on our green porch, sipping chicory coffee with milk. My mom is also talking to my grandpa on the phone. My thoughts are travelling away...where I will probably never be able to travel to physically...I'm thinking of someone. I wonder if my thoughts could ever reach this person by a light breeze through this person's hair?

 Then the sky started to cry...quietly. I really wished I could dance in the rain...or just sit in the rain. With my eyes closed. Feeling its pain. But that would make my mama think I went bananas...:D I mean that would make me look like I'm out of mind....forever...:D

I'm grateful for my rainy evening. For my red cup of coffee. For my mama sitting by my side. For my fast thoughts that are free of charge. :D