And, as with many potentially disaster situations which we are confronted with each day, the silver lining inevitably or, invariably seeks a gap or, opportunity, through which to smile upon us once again and it arrived an hour and a half ago in the form of our notorious/infamous Highveld Thunderstorm. Sending our fearless Boerbulls running for cover, it shakes the heavens and quakes our little earth as if to remind us of our insignificance and our infirmities. But, at the same time, bringing new hope, cleansing the ghetto gutters from their ghoulish grime, and wiping away the slippery slime, one can almost sense the relief of the guilty, endearing them with just a little more time. But, not too far off, the heavens will shake, the earth shall reel, and those who are prepared, alone will feel, the comfort and relief of the renewed spring zeal.