choosing the Storm

Problems are the storm.. that’s the metaphor.
There’s rain, lightening, cracking of branches, and wind that splits open and flips over your umbrella.
The one thing you had to comfort and shield you. To give you a break while you figured it all out.
So no, the problems are there. They will keep coming. That’s a promise.
It’s a choice though, at the end of it all.
I don’t want to look for another umbrella to whether the storm.
I just want to lay down and take a bath in the rain.