More Than Just A Thunderstorm

I know we have those days (maybe too many for me!), the days where we create a massive out-of-control thunderstorm within. Today was my day... Boys scratched my newly refinished turquoise table, 3 milk spills in one meal setting, Legos everywhere, poop, 4 whiney pants, headache, and making myself miserably drown in a puddle of self-pity. 

Then we had a real thunderstorm. Lightening. Hard, hard rain. Strong wind. Lost power, even.

The storm died down, and the sun peeked out offering warmth again and reassurance it was still there. 

Then we looked up.