mountain rain came quickly. the sky dark, clouds heavy. when the storm passed, i thought, How long has it been since there have been more than two consecutive days of sun? the thought lingered as the sky turned that odd pale yellow that meant tornado in the midwest.
"I believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. I believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep."
Charlotte Brontë, Villette