The darkest storms color the brightest rainbows.

The weak dread the storm, the foolish invite the storm, the wise avoid the storm,
the strong battle the storm, and the great overcome the storm.

A flower’s beauty is birthed in a seed’s ugly struggles.

A rainbow earns its colors in the storm.

When night comes do not despair; rejoice instead and say to yourself, “At least now I can see the stars.

If the storm forgets to bring a rainbow, paint your own.