Whenever a storm drew near, a shy, defensive porcupine would come out of his "sanctuary" and look up at a storm cloud. Not just any cloud. No. But, a curiously curvy and beautiful storm cloud. When the sun would rebel and shine its rays through the thick, grey mass, it was as if the beautiful creature had long, golden hair. Perhaps a mermaid or a goddess from the heavens. Or maybe a golden porcupine female.
There came a time when the two strangers took notice of each other. A curious miracle. And, the storm cloud began to pursue the porcupine. He thought it was his own dissatisfaction with life conjuring the cloud over his head. But, when he looked up to see it, he knew it was "her". As soon as their wild hearts(or their inquisitive minds?) met, they were drawn into a warm embrace.
But, the moment his quills touched her soft, vapor surface, she recoiled in terror and let out a fierce cry of displeasure. She cried "foul" and put all blame on the porcupine, claiming it was his own hatred for her that caused him to hurt her. Angry lightning sprun from her head while tears of rain leaked from cracks in her heart. This troubled the porcupine who immediately fled in sadness and frustration. He meant no harm. He hated being difficult. He did not choose to be this way no more than the cloud chose to be so sensitive to his touch. It was only his nature, what God gave him, that caused the conflict. And, as much as he wanted to reach out and hug that cloud, he knew it would only end in more sadness and frustration. Pain and sorrow. Anger and regret.
And, yet, when the next storm came upon the land, there he sat staring up at that cloud from the edge of his sanctuary. Always wondering.