Weather pattern

Their love life often is turbulent, almost electrifying,
for they both adore to dress like the sky, so that
they become invisible to people. Then nobody
tells them what to do and they walk on cloud nine.

Apart from staying in bed a lot of the time,
they go shopping, admire their sky blue reflections
in the shop windows, giggle about the birds
coming down on them, then flop in surprise.

When thing get too hilarious, they cannot stop laughing;
their temperature rises and they easily become locked
in a repeating pattern. People keep staring, unsure of the outlook
and guess an upcoming tornado. Police issue storm warnings.
The postman ties his parcels tighter with twine.
The betting shop doubles its wagers on weather conditions
and the publican closes the shutters early asking the drinkers to leave.

Traffic slow-downs are caused by flash floods. Bolts of lightning
oscillate from the couple alternating with a hard blowing wind.
They are calming down now, keep their hands off each other.
Still a soft thunder rumbles out of his trouser legs and
the moon rises and falls underneath her dress.
The forecast is patchy with an easing of the stiff breeze.