after the storm

Sometimes the name says it all. I remember those wonderful hot days broken by the splendor of a thunderstorm. Then the clouds lift and just as the sun is setting, there is that thin band of light. Tomorrow will be a delightful day full of promise and the fresh smell of the rain. Isn't that a good parable to live by?

after the storm--quilt--ann brauer 2019--photo by John Polak