Grey skies of struggles. Blue skies of pain. Black skies of tears. The stages of a storm are merely the struggles of life. So when it rains fear none but move heads-up watchful of the world. Never weary stay energized to the soul. You never knew when thunder will roar…it could startle a weaken soul to death. Weaken souls who are not wary are often hit by lightning strikes like stray bullets. But bullets dont always impact death, the lightning could signify rain. Rain of the struggles and pain turn into tears. Rain runs from the eye of the beholder so his son shall see a brighter day. To apreciate the sun you must know what rain is. So sit through the rain just to watch the sun emerge.