There's a warning on Pandora's box: "Once the gates open, there's no turning back. You may find escape once in awhile. But it is here to stay. You invited them in."

And so with rain, comes thunder.

Followed by lightning, and after

A rainbow with sunshine.

Then the winds start to blow, once more

The inklings of rain, they come

In those knowing droplets

Your only solace

Is the calm before the storm.

And all this. In the blink of an eye. Who's there not to tell you, that you've lost your marbles?