Tears of a Cloud

Late last night, after Beth and I had come home from a top dinner at Easy Street, the weather realized how well it had done during the day. It began softly weeping with joy. This has developed into a huff. The tears of joy have become droplets of serious regret whilst I slept. Hopefully the joy of yesterday will return, or the door shall remain shut, until the clouds behave themselves with a little more dignity. Coffee.