Occasionally the weather forecast can be of help: by poet Does the sky and the sea have a mind of their own? It was a tranquil day. I started the motor Of my boat and headed out in the bay. Suddenly all changed. Sky became overcast and heavy. The sea became restless. Gulls squawked above me in derision. My heart felt sick. Waves pounded my fragile boat. Would it take long to reach a haven? I pointed my boat toward the bay. At least, the motor worked. Alas I was no great sailor. The waves were against me. I found myself in the sea. Good thing I was a strong swimmer, And the beach was very nearby. I dragged myself up but nearly fainted. Emily came up with a bottle of water. She knelt near me and lifted my face on her lap And washed the sand away and made me drink. The rain was now only a drizzle. I sat up and looked at her face. Her eyes glimmered. Her luscious lips half open. Impulsively I kissed her hard, our lips burning. Instantly “The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire". Placed 3