The sun was always out I was not

She sits calmly undisturbed by the storm’s fierce howling watching as it steals the breath of the world around her. With a soft sigh she sips her tea and reflects “Storms are meant to settle the unsettled to sweep away all that stirred them and in their wake they leave only peace.” Her voice is a quiet contrast to the chaos outside as she embraces the serenity that follows the storm’s turmoil understanding that both the calm and the storm are necessary for balance.