I stared at the rainbow, enjoying the rays of color. It looked so beautiful against the clear blue sky, even after everything I had been through. A smile made it’s way onto my face and in that moment, I realized something. There will be days when the rain will be coming down so hard you can not see the road in front of you. It might seem hopeless, but you can never give up. At the end of every storm, there will be a rainbow, a symbol of hope and peace. Things have to get worse before they can get better. Sometimes, you have to fight your way through the rainstorm to get to the rainbow.
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