Haruki Murakami, Kafka On The Shore

"And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about."

As I finished my meditation, a slate-grey dome imprisoned the city – clouds indistinguishable from rooftops – as if the boulevards, the apartments and the pedestrians who scurried the hectic streets were all encased in a giant globe. This never-ending storm reminded me of Kafka On The Shore, a dreamlike book by Haruki Murakami. 
The author unravels ideas through creative fiction and mind-bends metaphysical mischief. We've all been through storms; we lived through them, we wept through them. But it is these storms that turn darkness into light, weakness into strength, chaos into peace and fear into courage. 
Change is inevitable; growth and transformation are optional.
Embrace the storm – fully and heartily.