My daughter asked the only question that matters

It was a scary night. Rain that didn't stop. (Literally flooded the basement.) Thunder that rattled the windows. Lightning every few seconds. Wind that bent the trees sideways. The next morning, I opened my daughter's blinds. She walked to the window and froze. Then she turned back to me, eyes wide. "Oh no." "Why did God knock down the tree?" The big one across the road. Gone. A classic Dad…