When the rain comes tumbling down, as it often does in the north of England, I say to my son, “After the rain comes sunshine.”
And so it does. I hope he holds onto this metaphor for life as he gets older. My mum used to say that, “Light always follows dark.”
I hadn’t a clue what she meant but now I understand, things always get easier eventually.
These days I take the best from each day and I encourage my son to do the same.