The multiplicity of succor within a storm, if you remember how to tip your gaze up and back into the rain. Artemis Ephesus of clouds: not the Untouched Huntress but the All-Mother, many-breasted, pendulous, thirst-slaker. Those who study the surface things say she was born in steep gradients in moisture, temperature, wind shear across anvil cloud boundaries. An unfortunate reduction of complexity, I think. Are they afraid to name her fecundity spanning time, her bronze and marble idols, her uncanny gray-green skies?