Rain.
Rain itself is a concept of this world, natural and in itself can be interpreted into endless vast imaginative possibilities. Just as everything else in this world.
The beauty of Rain falling individually with every drop from the depressed, dead skies above is beauty. Beauty of a natural occurrence. This world has beauty and pain in every aspect. Existence is suffering i heard somewhere once. I agree. But pain is beauty. An emotion so strong it can shadow and throw veils over everything you see, like clouds that spit the rain for us to cry to, beauty to beautifully suffer to.
Pain is beauty, as existence is beauty.
