Rain can bring flowers. In a storm like the one on Kuai, it was more like a river of uncontrollable sobbing. I know both feelings.

We go through seasons of coldness, barrenness, and dread. The seasons come and go. But, for us it can be the winter of our own hearts.

When the gray sky doesn't clear for days and days, it's easy to slip into melancholy. Then I can't help but think of my loss.