No matter how much we’d like to, we cannot control how the world and the people in it work. Sometimes it brings dark clouds to pour above. And even if we’re sat inside, we can hear it beat down against the roof. The only choice we’re really left with is whether we let it shake us, take us, and break us or whether we forbid it from doing so. Sometimes the only thing we can hold onto is the faith that it will be alright in the end. The rain will stop. The crops will grow. Right now, the sun is behind the clouds. But just because we can’t see it now, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.