A Metaphor for Myrnin

He is a large white cloud. The one with the slight tinges of gray in the middle, which cause you to be slightly doubtful, and arouse suspicion of a coming rain. It is the cloud that blocks out all others until you are staring solely at it, and it alone. The one with the beautiful silver lining that makes you forget all about the gray areas. Until of course those gray areas take over and it rains. And when it rains, he rains hard.

But it's not his fault.

He can't help the gray