"and the scene was that of a story book. sun showing it's face to the new day, welcoming the waking people of the midwest. but just as it did nature reared it's ugly head and a power comparable only to the hand of God showed it's face. the sun quickly retreats behind a mountain of clouds like a child escaping a drawn belt. the storm rages, wind blows, trees quiver. people cower in their homes. beauty is all i see, beauty and the promise of a new, beautiful conclusion, to yet another naturally violent day."