The storm arrived under the cover of night. Windows rattled, though hardly with even a hint of menace. Rain hit the pane, but it was a steady knock, if not exactly polite. Or an almost mindless tapping to the crescendo of a staid sonata. When morning came, the world was subdued in variations on grey and Mt. Tam swaddled in folds of thick clouds. The rain would pick up suddenly, and then just as suddenly let up.
Still, in between the rain-driven music and the wind-swept folds of dark clouds, patches of blue sky appeared. Yes, as Leonard Cohen has said already, “There is a crack in everything/That’s how the light gets in…”