Pigs and Rain

Has anyone noticed how, after a severe thunder and hail storm, things appear a might calmer and...humble. Stilled by the ferocious gods in the sky; to stay the thunder and the lightning bolts, to clear the darkened and clouded sky. Always a morning after and, always a clearer blue, from the celestial pallet of the artist, is the master's way of reassuring you! Not much of a poet am I, but the freshness in the morning after, is enough to inspire even the most unimaginative and tired old soul, the old man says to the pig in the hole. Piglet in the hole, where is your soul? Gone to the whole of the sky in the mud, he says. Cause, my caregiver had not enough care, and he knows not why nor where.