When I was a child, my father used to group all the situations into four categories. "Spring, summer, fall and winter." And because of the way we used to live, he wanted me to understand the situation with one word, so he came up with this idea. During the catastrophic days, he wouldn't let me risk any dangerous move, so he would stuff me and say "Asmaa, it's winter again.."
And then I know that I'll spend the night in fear, waiting for summer...
P.S: can be read by non-muslims.