The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.
My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
e. e. cummings
You pray for rain, you gotta deal with the mud too. That’s a part of it.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.