Rain coming down, trees being pushed around. Cars driving by, nothing to be seen by the naked eye. Cloud covered sky, why do you cry? Are you upset to be covering up the lights? Are you mourning your loses? Or, are you celebrating your arrival, all by yourself? Everyone is here, just waiting for you to calm. For when you calm, they'll join you in the night. Peeking through your transparency and sharing their lights.
Why does it always seem to storm right before or during a trial in your life?