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.

A
tree
may be
still it may
swing in the wind
it may fall or be cut
down but until it dies it
grows and it grows and it grows
and it
grows
and so
will I.

An
umbrella
may not stop the
rain from falling but
it at least keeps you from
g
e
t
t
i
n
g .
wet