Lilians's Kindness

I'm trying to count on these fingers the umbrellas I've lost on windy days: wasn't it hard chasing them? And swallowing raindrops, I challenged the mayhem! Wasn't it funny laughing at the desperate fellows? I'm drenched and so mad walking home a half mile, doing this weary walk was a mere, worthless dime; the nicest lady invited me in, " Drunk some tea, Jeff, it'll do you good: wait until this rain tempers off! " We chat while drinking tea and eating a delicious cake, " I just moved in a week ago, I love this peaceful town! " Lilian exclaims with a delightfulness of cheerful clown; I thank her saying," Not many people can really bake! " I get up and hug her, she does resemble my pretty mom, " You are welcome anytime, neighbor; the door is always open! " And with joyfulness in her glance, she's broken her norm; I look up and sunlight peaks through: I wave at the pale sun!