You finally grow to a point

Where you stop worrying about what other people think of you

And you can still remember what

It is like to be young,

And, finally, by this time

You realize there is beauty in storms

That sunshine is a gift, along with everything else in each and every moment of your day

If you are patient everything passes

But for a short length of time,

There is always a gift in a storm or otherwise.

From my heart to your world,

Linda