The speaker compares life's problems to rainstorms, and the comparison is simple but effective. Trouble starts small, like a drizzle that feels annoying but manageable. Then the storm arrives, and suddenly it seems impossible to see any way out. The poem steps back at that point with a reassurance: every rainstorm ends. It's the kind of thing you might tell a friend, or try to tell yourself.
The last two lines change the tone. The speaker admits to being unsure whether they are in a rainstorm, which will pass, or only in the calm eye of a hurricane, with the worst still to come. That small doubt undercuts the comfort offered earlier. The mood is quietly anxious and honest. The speaker wants to believe things will get better but can't be certain which stage they've reached. The poem ends on that uncertainty rather than a neat answer, which makes it feel real and relatable.