The rain pelted heavily down on the cobbled footpath from the black clouds that loomed over head. A dim light emerged from behind the ghostly screen of rain. It was enough to form weak streams of colour through the dark sky, which like the little joys of life, went unnoticed to the blind eyes of the people below. Only those special few with the gift to appraise every moment of bliss, were able to look at the sky and smile at the sight of this little flicker in the darkness. Those few with lives, marred with pain, but yet, outlined by a sliver of hope.




The beauty of pain is its end result - A strength re-enforced by humility.


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