“They say that which doesn’t kill us will only make us stronger.”

“Yet for so many Arcadians, my little Sunbeams, instead of going through a little temporary pain, they seek that which is safe and comfortable.”

A smile.

“They never realise that growth comes through the rain as much as it does the Sunshine.”

Sunshine’s voice becomes sing-songy, he mimes the actions to his song.

“The Incy-Wincy spider climbed up the water spout.
Down came the rain and washed the spider out.”

Sunshine laughs playfully.

“Oh, that pesky little spider. He can teach us so much, Sunbeams.”

“All he was ever trying to do was climb. We Arcadians know all about climbing. Climbing to higher levels to escape the slums. Climbing out of the pain that life can bring. Our little spider friend was no different to any of us.”

“He just wanted to do his best. But the rain came and washed our friend out.”

“Isn’t that always the way? We seem to only get so far before that rain comes and crushes our dreams.”

“Our friend, Mister Night, he knows all about the rain washing away his joy.”

Sunshine’s face falls serious.

“All his mamma ever wanted to do was to climb, just like the little spider. She just wanted to provide a life for her little boy. But splash came the rain, and before he knew what hit him, that little boy was left all alone.”

“Desperately trying to make heads or tails out of the rain that came and washed him away.”

“The more he tried to climb that spout, the more the rain washed him back down. Because sometimes, no matter how hard you try… life just isn’t fair.”

“And some little boys just suck at climbing.”

Sunshine smirks a little grin.

“The more our friend Night got used to being washed away, the more he realised that climbing just wasn’t the way he was going to get ahead in life. He got angry.”

“He started kicking that water spout. Trying to tear it down, so that nobody else would ever have to suffer like he did.”

“What he missed was the lesson that the Incy-Wincy spider knew all along.”

“Each time you fall, you get a little stronger.”
“Or you die trying, crushed like a wincy spider.”
He laughs, voice changing once more into a sing-song.

“Out came the Sunshine and dried up all the rain,
So the Incy-Wincy spider climbed up the spout again.”

“Now, my friend Night… You’ve had your fair share of rain washing your hopes and dreams away. But you stopped climbing the night you found your little Seeker friends.”
“It’s only darkest before the dawn.”
“If only you would look up and see the Sunshine, you’d see that the rain exists for a reason… so we can appreciate the sun when it shines.”

“You don’t, my friend. You just drown in the rain and never learned its lesson.”

“That which didn’t kill you made you stronger, if only you’d somehow see the Sunshine and let it dry up all your rain. Perhaps I can… show you the way.”