What an odd idea it would be to let a vicious storm capture a beautiful day in paradise. Why would that be allowed: a beautiful day without the appearance of rain -- quickly switched to a tempest?
By early evening, the sunny day had been mourned. The black clouds filled the sky and filled the air with thick rain drops. The storm lasted for what seemed like forever. At times it was unbearable, and at times there seemed no hope -- that the storm would continue forever, and the sun would never show its face again.
Amidst the tears, the sun did indeed begin to show itself. Light began to infiltrate the gray terrain as dark gray clouds parted. Over time, the sky became blue again, save a few white cumulus clouds. A sign showed in the sky -- a colorful arc. Why would something so beautiful follow the storm?
Paradise was calm. Waves few. Water refreshing. God good.
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