Flowers are born, only after the storm.

Some days you just want to go outside and scream at the top of your lungs, wondering what you did to deserve this. Hopefully, when those days happen the sky will cloud and the rain will come to wash all your pain away, and remind you that while the storm may be difficult to go through, it is need to nourish the seed so that a flower may grow. True beauty is only ever seen after true pain has been suffered.