Dear Mommy,

I love the rain.

But I did not always.
When I was a kid, I hated the rain.

I couldn’t play basketball.
It was hard getting around.

But now, I love the rain for a few reasons.

Rain weeds out those who don’t want it enough.
Rain represents trials.

So when trials arrives and make our lives challenging, we need to react.
We can either curl up and give up, or stay focused on our goal.

Most can’t, they don’t have enough will power.

I do.