Storm
Looking out the window at the storm I see my life, full of its ups and downs. Like the rain, getting harder hitting the window than stops and you think that you have made it out, and than you get hit with the rain again knocking you down. It's so hard to get up, but we do.
The rain stops and the clouds move and the sun shines and smiles at us. This is the best times in all our lives. We can't see the end in site and all is bright and sunny. We forget about the rain needed to make these times for us all.
If it were not for the cloufy and rainy days, there wouldn't be sunny days so bright. So fall and fall hard, but stand and find your sunny day in the end.