We were sitting on the front porch, drinking our coffee the morning of this week's random storm. The sky hung low and gray above the houses on our street. The wind came in gusts that shook the aluminum window frames. We turned the TV up loud so that we could track the weather man's warnings through the opened front door. Sirens wailed in the air; all around us sheets of water and leaves flew. As I listened to brittle, fall leaves scratch their way down the street I found myself oddly comforted by the whole scene. The outside world matched my inside reality. I felt calm.