The fortunes storm in a teacup


All but one: a lean and haggard-looking man of some five and forty, who was known to his comrades as Long Jim. On hearing his mate's report he had sunk heavily down on a log, and there he sat, a pannikin of raw spirit in his hand, the tears coursing ruts down cheeks scabby with yellow mud, his eyes glassy as marbles with those that had still to fall.

I was once told by a very mediumistic woman that she had sat in the same room at the same time for an hour every day for seven years, because she "wished to develop Clairvoyance." Here was patience indeed! In some manifestations of the clairvoyant powers within us, it is spontaneous, the closing of the eyes to shut out all material surroundings being all that is necessary to bring a vision of what is happening, or shortly to happen, possibly hundreds of miles away.

One drop of rain
On your window pane
Doesn't mean to say
There's a thunderstorm comin'
The rain may pour
For an hour or more
But it doesn't matter
You know it doesn't matter

One gentle breeze
Blowin' softly through the trees
Doesn't mean to say
There's a hurricane hummin'
Don't start runnin'
Everytime you hear it comin'
'Cause it doesn't matter
You know it doesn't matter

One little word
That you may have overheard
Doesn't mean to say
That my love for you is dyin'
Don't start cryin'
Over second-hand lyin'
Say it doesn't matter
You know it doesn't matter

It's a storm in a teacup
Brewin' up double
Almost any little trouble
It's a storm in a teacup
It really doesn't matter
If it pitter pitter patters all the day

One little word
That you may have overheard
Doesn't mean to say
That my love for you is dyin'
Don't start cryin'
Over second-hand lyin'
Say it doesn't matter
You know it doesn't matter

It's a storm in a teacup
Brewin' up double
All those tiny little troubles
It's a storm in a teacup
It really doesn't matter
If it pitter pitter patters all the day

One drop of rain
On your window pane
Doesn't mean to say
There's a thunderstorm comin'
The rain may pour
For an hour or more
But it doesn't matter
You know it doesn't matter
One gentle breeze
Blowin' softly through the trees


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