What better reminder of our complete lack of control in this chaotic world than a surprise thunderstorm?  Unpredicted by all the fancy weather apps, it arrived just in time to soak through my grocery bag and send the lemons rolling across the walkway, while a puddle formed beneath the wide-open kitchen windows. For a moment, it was overwhelming. Bedlam.

Just five minutes later, I’d gathered the lemons, dried off my face, mopped up the puddle, and wandered back outside to find a tiny rainbow fragment overhead.

Dear ones, the storms will come. Sometimes surprising, and fierce.

May the downpours be brief.

May we be sheltered.

May we regroup.

May the rainbows rush in.