Joy comes in the morning?

What a bunch of storms battered us in the night. We could hardly sleep for the loudness of the thunder and hail in places here and there. I told Evie, that the angels are annoyed that we are keeping them waiting for us to complete the FAFSA for her last year. What a chore and we pinkie promised to do it last week, but it was her fault that we missed that appointment over the Facetime to complete it. In any case, we are determined to find the time and the storms we are enduring are a reminder. The wonder of the beauty that the storms are so dark and harrowing is the beauty of the morning after, such occurrences. Not a bit of remembrance of the lightning and thunder, except the wet ground and a bunch of happy birds that they made it through the night. That is our joy, this morning also. We made it through the night. 28 years ago the funeral, always a memory of pain. The sun comes up the next day, anyhow!