In two cups [mini-fabulism]

the tempest in its teacup had grown cozy
while regret sought a home for its alas
  "are the teacups all taken? I'll not be nosy
  let me settle in an espresso demitasse"

the tempest in its teacup was storming
while regret had learned civil deportment
  "the cofee-drinker imbibes me while warming
  singing 'regrets, I've had a few' -- an assortment!"

the tempest in its teacup had simmered down
and regret likewise seemed much allayed
  spake regret   "would you like to go to town?"
  quoth the tempest   "not tonight I'm afraid"