A sticky gum

Sometimes, control can be out of sight, Yet you have to let it happen. Fear not, for the rain is going to stop, And once again see the light from above. The bad won’t seek to stay, Nor the good remain. Don’t forget, rise or fall, Brace yourself, to stand through all. Even when the moon has turned, And tides began to come. You brought a jacket with you, Get home with life within you.