Let’s slow down and really think about that. A rainbow never shows up before the rain. It doesn’t appear when the skies are calm, or when the breeze is gentle. It comes only after the skies have emptied themselves, after the thunder has roared its loudest, after the winds have tried their best to tear everything apart. Only then when the storm has spent its fury and the world looks tired, battered and uncertain do the colors break through the clouds. That’s when the rainbow stretches itself across the sky like a promise, like proof that beauty can rise even out of chaos.
That’s you and this is your life. You weren’t made to shine only in easy seasons. Your strength, your story, your radiance none of it was born in comfort. It was carved out of the storms that almost drowned you. Every sleepless night, every heartbreak, every loss you thought you couldn’t recover from it was all shaping you, layering colors within you, preparing you to dazzle in ways the storm could never silence.
But here’s something important: rainbows don’t last forever. They are brief, yet unforgettable. They command attention. They force people to lift their heads and notice. That’s your call too. Don’t shrink into the shadows just because of what you’ve been through. Don’t let the storm convince you that you’re broken beyond repair. Stand where the world can see you. Let your scars speak. Show them that storms may wound, but they cannot win.
Be the living proof that survival is not the end of the story thriving is. Be the reminder that beauty doesn’t need a perfect sky, that it can come from broken clouds. Be the whisper to someone else who’s stuck in their storm: “Hold on. Your colors are coming too.”
Here is a brief story about Stella ,Stella’s life carried this truth.
She once thought life would be gentle warm mornings, soft winds, days that bent neatly to her plans. But life had a different script. The storm came not a drizzle, not a passing cloud, but a raging tempest that tore through everything she thought was secure. Her dreams shattered. Her strength was stretched thin. Her voice almost disappeared beneath the thunder of failure and disappointment.
People around her whispered, “She won’t make it.” And in the quiet hours, Stella nearly agreed with them. The storm convinced her she was finished.
But here’s the thing about storms: no matter how fierce they are, they always end. And when Stella finally looked up as she was drenched, scarred, exhausted, but not destroyed she realized something powerful. Storms don’t come to bury you. They come to build you.
She discovered that the rainbow never shines before the storm. It only comes after, when the clouds break, when the light forces its way through. And in that moment, Stella became the rainbow. Not flawless. Not untouched. But radiant because she had endured. Her scars didn’t make her weaker they made her unforgettable.
This is your challenge too. Stop waiting for perfect conditions to live your life. Stop waiting for the skies to clear before you dare to rise. Don’t hide your colors just because the storm left you soaked and shivering. Like Stella, rise anyway. Step into the light anyway. Let your life become the rainbow people can’t ignore the one that makes others believe again.
When someone else is drowning in their storm, let your story whisper to them “If she survived, so can you. If she rose, you can too.”
So remember this always that you are not the storm.You are the rainbow that refuses to disappear after it.
And the world needs to see your colors radiating and shining forth in it fullness .
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