I think I'll use that as a title for a book. Cool, huh? (Pun sort of intended.)
Sometimes life is just SO unfair. Ask my kids. Why on earth should the blizzard blow through during the night...and on a Friday night, no less? Blizzards are supposed to happen during school hours so they can stay home and watch tv and read and eat.
But the storm came, and it went, and they slept through it. I didn't, but then, I'm the mom.
Here comes the metaphor--> Yes, except for my brief shining moment on the Tower of Terror, a parent is always on duty, and she is alert for the night winds so her children can sleep in safety. And of course, you can ratchet it up one more level, as what happened in a film we saw in church on Ash Wednesday. It's not long, and it's online, so I'll give you the URL.
It's called "Rain" and it's from NOOMA.
Be ready for tears...