What are we running from?

The storm swept through like a raging bull, its apex only lasting about a half hour until the sun came shining through.

Fear of the unknown has an interesting way of seeping in too deep. What was a threatening downpour, matched with a show of lighting and rumble of thunder, became a metaphor of transition and change. As the sun came out, we were caught in a moment somewhere in between and there was a choice to be made:

Embrace the sunshine, or continue to worry about the weather.

I chose the sun:

What are we running from?