The forest is about to get pummeled by a lengthy summer thunder maker. The roar in the sky. Nature is constantly changing. I'm reminded of the woman of homelessness. I asked her how she stays dry. Her reaction was "I keep walking. I know my steps will lead me back to the shelter." More than ever we are a lost generation with a roof and four walls to protect us from the rain and wind. I don't know how to live out there. What if this storm puts me on a walk through the rain to hopefully locate something dry? "No worries," The woman of homelessness said to me, "Nothing will wreck my day."