Storm in a Teacup

Belinda didn't particularly appreciate the little clouds gathering above her cup of earl grey. Nor did she enjoy the tiny waves thrashing about, splashing out of the fine bone china teacup (gold gilded pink roses) and staining her white lace blouse. The bolt of lightning that struck her upper lip left her really rather vexed indeed. But the final straw was possibly choking on a small shipwreck that had sunk to the bottom of the cup.