Before, and after the storm, there is always sunlight.
I was driving from Vermont to DC yesterday and got caught in terrible thunderstorms as I drive - three of them involved hail, so much the ground was white with it. But before and after the storms, was brilliant sunlight, and that got me thinking about how the same is true in life, and that got me thinking about a poem. Short, but then... it's a simple thought.
The picture was taken in Wells, Vermont. You can click on it for a larger version.