The rainbow’s colors are hidden in the storm.

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

Stars are not praised for shining during the day, but at night.

A rainbow earns its colors in the storm.

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.

In order for a seed to rise, it must be buried in dirt; likewise, in order for the great to rise they must be buried in adversity.