Storms are hideous.
They are ugly.
They are dangerous.
They are violent.
They can ****.
But even the ugliest storm has a rainbow.
Seven beautiful things about it.
People are like storms.
They are ugly.
They are vicious.
But they are beautiful.
Even after a storm, people are beautiful.
And so is he and she and him and her and it and they are a rainbow.
Just like you or I. Just like us.
We are a rainbow, not a storm.
We need to remember that.