Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to watch someone you love heading toward a storm and there’s nothing you can do to stop them. It’s like they are out there just dancing in the rain, and every once in a while the lightning strikes close enough to knock them down, but they just get up and keep dancing, believing they are safe because they feel good and happy and they think that nothing bad could possibly happen to them. No matter how long or loud you scream for them to watch out-the storm’s coming, seek shelter!-they just dance and dance, face upturned to the rain, smiling as the drops fall on their face. They look happy, they say they’re happy, yet you wonder how, how can you be happy all alone in the rain with a storm coming? Why don’t they look around and see all of the people in their warm, dry houses with their faces pressed to their windows; all of them offering a comfortable spot to stay filled with love? And the more you chase and yell, the further into the storm they dance not caring that you are hurt, sad, falling down in the rain, and all you want is for them to come back and TRY. Just TRY.