That's how I look at the process of chronic pain. You live in the drudgery of it for so long, then there's a diagnoses which gives a glimmer of light. That light can't be fully exposed until the rains come. The rain is the surgery, procedure or treatment followed by the hard work of recovery. At the end of all of that is the reward, but you have to deal with the dirt, mud and everything in between to get there.
Summer is on its way, literally and figuratively in my life. I'm not looking forward to the rainy part but I know it is necessary.
"Into each life some rain must fall." - H.W. Longfellow.