Joy is a beautiful emotion that one only feels when they power through pain. Joy happens after people get over their lowest points, points in which they are given a choice. A choice too push through the pain to see a brighter and see through the seemingly never ending rain. Than the choice that consumes the thoughts of millions  of people daily, instead of going for a brighter day they let the rain consume who they are. Drowning out the chance of getting into a better mental state, the state of mind being lost in what seems like a hopeless case. My point being that people who see past the rain that is currently falling get to see the joy of life. The Sun that comes up to dry all the rain, the rush and warmth to the heart is what the rain tries to mask. But people who get drowned in rain never feel the Suns beautiful rays. But people who form themselves in depression never get too experience Joy's beautiful forms. Because depression makes you feel trapped and alone, even if you have a good home. Even if you are surrounded by friends who adore the person you become when you hide behind your emotional disguise. You may fake joy but you wont ever know the real form.