The morning sun steadily climbed on the sky's horizon. In its perpetuity, it remained unbothered by how it brought to light the havoc left behind by the storm from the previous night. Branches and leaves lay scattered all over the Ho residence courtyard. In places, the tiles lifted from the roofs by the gusting winds were made one with the gravel.
The scattered puddles, molded by the torrential rain, were now calmly reflecting the clouds, gliding with grace on the fresh blue sky, revealing the inner works of the world.
Every dark cloud clears out in the end, making way for brighter skies, or for even greater storms.
