After the storm.

This morning, Maya Angelou was at the top
Of my morning Twitter feed,
I thought it meant I was supposed to be nicer,
Kinder, and more forgiving today.

Late in the day, I learned of great loss, at the top
Of my late afternoon Twitter feed.
I thought it meant I was supposed to notice,
Enjoy, and appreciate my life.

Then, I drove through hail, driving rain, 
Rivers of water puddling at the bottom of hills,
Rain that turned my silk curtains
Into rags at the window.

Finally, I saw this in the night sky, I remember
There will always be storms,
There will always be rainbows after the storms.