It rained this morning

I made a cup of tea, the mood called for it

I stood on the balcony and looked upon the world

Like a god surveying the ruins of another idea

Then I burnt my fingers on the cup

And was knocked off the pedestal

Into humanity

This is life.

You feel the universe bends to your will

And you'll look at it from outside

Safe and secure

But it will pour all over you

Scalding hot and you're reminded

You've been drowning in it's rapids

From the second you breathed it's air.

The tea has spilled, my dear

Drink well, the mood is waiting to be set

Morning rain is the only respite you get.