The nice thing about storms is that they clear the air.  Branches might come down, but they might have been rigid anyway.  The rain drenches the earth like tears releasing feelings.  The harsh words pushed out of aching hearts bend the trees of friendship and test if they will fall over.  The landscape may change, rivers move, logs block old pathways.

But the earth remains galactically huge.  Sun never went away, just hidden by transient clouds.  The only constant is change.  The trick for us humans is to get used to that change.  Bend at the knees on a ever-moving snowboard down a brilliant mountain with moguls, trees, good and bad snow, ice and even dirt spots.

Hurray for the devas, fairies and Divines that giggle with me as I soar.