They say that a turkey will drown if it is left looking up at the rain that falls on it.

I’ve always said that into every life, some rain must fall.

But I used to think that a smile would dry it all up. What happens, Sunbeams, when the rain won’t stop falling?

How do you lift your chin up and carry on when you feel that all you’re doing is trying to catch the deluge in a paper cup?

The rain in Arcadia became a storm the moment the Zookeeper returned. It’s fallen on all of us. We stand drenched, staring into the sky like bewildered turkeys, wondering where it all came from.

Some of you? Your own actions brought the storm.

Nox, your cloud finally burst when we saw the face of Doom again. When all of Arcadia learned the truth, that you’ve created your own storm and now it threatens to drown you.

Klaus, your cloud burst as your Circus collapsed. You call it revenge, but your storm comes from the blood of all of those you killed along that dark path. Blood that you too will drown in.

Gemini, you were able to keep your cloud from bursting open far longer than anybody thought. But Night comes for you, and just like the storm you now find yourself drowning in, the Night is dark and unforgiving.

Some of us are trapped in storms we never asked for.

Tombstone, you were forced away from the storm of your duties. But without the rain, you had no purpose. Yours is not to outlast the storm but become part of it. And for that, you will forever be rowing in the rain.

Jackson Cade, your circumstance is the most stormy of all. Fighting at every turn against the storm but it keeps following you. And now we know why. Everything you’ve ever known is a lie, and you can’t escape from some lies.

We all have our storms, friends.

We can be like the proverbial turkey, so awestruck by the rain itself that they drown as the storm’s waters fill their open beaks… or we can do something about the rain that falls.

I used to think that life was about learning to dance in the rain. But I’ve tried dancing, and look where it’s gotten me.

No.

Only fools refuse to act when the rain falls. The time for smiling through the pain has come and gone.

As for me, I’ve had enough of the rain. The time has come to rise above it.

You see, sometimes you must climb higher than the storm to see the sun shine again. All I need is a ladder.

While you all wallow and drown in your respective storms, I have drowned enough. I’m going to climb.

Because in that briefcase lies the answer. In that briefcase is the very thing that can keep me from drowning in my storm.

That briefcase is my umbrella. There’s only one, and you can’t have it.

All I have to do is climb, and Arcadia will see the Sun shine again.