passing storms

i've often thought that physical storms are perfect metaphors for the challenges we face in life. when i'm in the midst of a storm, i tend to be anxious and fear the worst (especially lately, as it seems our weather patterns are getting more extreme and unpredictable). but in life, it can be even more so. pain and suffering are the storms i dislike the most. is there a purpose to it all? or is the universe just a random explosion of events? i don't always feel this way, but sometimes i wonder if there might even be beauty in the storms that come our way ...