There are dark days when it appears as though the storm will never end. We travel onward facing each obstacle, struggling to overcome every challenge. Tears fall like rain but we must accept that times of sorrow are necessary, if we are to experience a life full of diversity.
Every Storm eventually comes to an end. As the clouds part we stand within the wisdom we have obtained, knowing that we have grown to become something more. As peace enters our life, we unfold our newly found wisdom, allowing it to stretch across the sky. The storm is over and the rainbow stretches beyond every sound we make. Express this new growth because every storm might lead to a rainbow; every difficulty might lead to a new understanding. Within the folds of a rainbow is the pure gold of true wisdom.