Just a little something

A Old Tea Shop

Tap, tap, tap,
Drip, drip, drop,
A fickle ripple
sliding down the window
Of a old tea shop.
There sat a little lady
Intuitive and withholding
the perfect rain drops.
It's patted feet tapping,
on a slick roof top.
Tap, tap, tap
Drip, drip, drop,
The scruffy squeaks of shoes
through the old wood doors,
on the small cherry floors.
There sat a sly man,
starring and peering,
at a small little lady
in a old tea shop.
Tap, tap, tap
Drip, drip, drop
The skillful shuffle,
As a dusty books pages tremble,
in the fidgety hands of
the small little lady's embrace.
A mused smile dawned,
on her face.
Her nose buried deep in the book
Who's character's put her in dismay.
And across the room,
the quiet gentle man stood sighing because of a little lady,
who would not give him the light of day.
His patience draining while he drank his tea and longing for a chance to talk
to a little lady,
in a old tea shop.
Tap, tap, tap
Drip, drip, drop
The rain roared,
The little lady stayed reading as
the world twirled away.
She swooned and swayed to her prince,
who always saved the day.
He capture her heart with a swish of
his majestic red cape.
Closing her book,
she signed at the rain.
Then met the eyes of a quiet awkward man,
who quickly blushed away.
The man was astounded by her returning his gaze.
His confidence crushed by his wave of insecurities,
as the rain was indifferent,
pouring on
In the old tea shop.
Tap, tap, tap,
Drip, drip, drop,
The world seemed to hush.
As the little lady stood up,
walking and gliding
to meet a sly gentleman,
who was her old childhood crush.
His face,
all a gush,
stared at the little lady,
Pondering and musing over,
why she had come over to meet a stranger,
who is a klutz.
She smiled a little,
a secret crept in somewhere in sometime before.
She spoke in a quiet voice,
tentatively and trembling,
trying to reach him in every way.
Hoping and pleading,
his thoughts aren't leading him astray,
He tried to decrypt her meaning.
His awkwardness causing  him to spill his tea,
blushing in a greater shade of pink.
He began to worry what she might think.
The sly gentleman told a lame joke to recover.
However, the little lady laughed anyway.
Then with confidence she sat down upon the chair across him and began to prattle to him.
Her nerves on edge,
ready to be hurt and spurned.
However as they began to talk,
understanding begin to nurture,
In the old tea shop.
Tap, tap, tap,
Drip, drip, drop,
The little lady and the gentleman,
arm and arm ,
walked into the rain.
An umbrella link them together,
even just for a day.
Both quietly whispering to not drown out the rain.
Leaving and dreaming away,
The old tea shop stood smiling that day.