The storm blew, and Sophie couldn't see. pieces of ice flew near her head.
She was helpless. She couldn't fight the storm, she could only bear it. It had control. It had advantage.
She was supposed to have advantage!
When she tumbled out of the dark clouds, she could see her future ahead of her, but didn't want to let go of the past.
When you come out of a storm, you will have been a different person from when you came into the storm. You will not know, in fact, if the storm is truly over.