I had recently endured a painful breast biopsy and on the mend at home when the mail arrived. A terse letter from my insurance company said the $1,000.00 hospital exam wasn’t covered. Within a few hours a phone call from my accountant carried the bad news that I could owe another $2,000.00 to the IRS. Fearful and angry beyond words, I ran from the house in a driving rain, jumped into my car and careened down the hill. Several streets away, I pulled over in a rage; pounding the steering wheel as I screamed and sobbed to God, “What in the hell am I supposed to do? What is it you want from me?” The words that came to me in the next few minutes were my answer. “Listen to the rain.” I did. They were an inspiration for this painting. I surrendered my fear and anger. Two days later, I got a second letter from the insurance company. They apologized for their mistake; the biopsy was fully covered. Within hours, my accountant also called to say she had overlooked a deduction that left me with only a few dollars owing the IRS.