How to have the most beautiful, ugly day.

You know what today was? 
It was a lie. 
I woke up late. Which was beautiful. Didn't look outside at all, made some plans, showered, and tried to decide one what shoes to wear. 
I looked at my phone's weather app, which is usually incredibly accurate, surprisingly so, and it told me it was currently 39 degrees and raining, but the high for the day was supposed to be 54 and the rain was due to stop by 1:30. I thought to myself "Oh I don't need to find socks and put on my boots, I will wear flip flops!" 
This was a terrible idea. 
I went downstairs to leave, and saw the rain. My sister looked at my shoes and made fun of me a bit, and that was when I realized I had to be stubborn and stick with those shoes because I didn't want my sister to be right. 
So I walked out in to the slushy rain weather and prayed it would warm up. 
It didn't.
So this is when I thought "Oh, no big deal, I'll be inside most the day anyway." 
I wasn't. 
We went to lunch then to my friends then to The Donut then to Walmart then back to her house then to pizza then back once again to her house then home. 
There was a lot of outside time. 
And of course, instead of warming up at all like my phone promised it would, it began snowing. 
I was a little bit miserable. 
I like to be warm. I especially like my feet to be warm. And I like not being lied to by my phone. 
And after we have been having such nice weather lately, this weather made me want to curl up in a ball and watch depressing movies all day anyway. 
It was an ugly day, basically. 
The snow wasn't even pretty snow. It was dirty, wet snow that made my car windows hard to see through because it was all caked in this muddy snow like substance. 
It was wet and gross and muddy and cold and my toes were frozen. 
So the day ended and I drove my friend home. I was about to go down the hill to my house after dropping her off when I realized it had been way too long since I had driven up to the top of Summit and looked at the city (which is the most beautiful thing about living here, I'm convinced). So I began to drive. 
I got up there, turned around, and then I saw Pocatello. 
I wish I had the talent to show you what it was like. 
If I was an artist, I would paint it for you. If I was any good at photography, I would have taken a picture for you. If I could write music, I would play you a song that would make you feel what it looked like to me. 
But all I have are these words that I have to use to explain how the clouds hugged the city. How they lit up from all our light. How the fog made everything blend together in the most beautiful colors. How there was this patch of clear sky in between the clouds in the city and the clouds in the sky, and the stars shined so beautifully through it. How it made me feel so small. How it made me feel so blessed. How it made the storm suddenly seem beautiful to me. And never could I express that with words like I wish I could. 
Today was an ugly day. It came with an ugly storm and ugly snow and ugly cold and ugly feelings. 
But it came with the most beautiful night. 
I have driven up there more times than I could count, and never have I seen such a beautiful night. 
I always hear about life's "storms" and how eventually they pass, because it can't rain forever and blah blah blah. 
But I had  never realized how beautiful a storm can leave things. 
Yes, storms pass. Yes, the sun will come out again. Yes, it stops raining or snowing or whatever. That's all fine and dandy. 
But sometimes, right after the storm and the ugliest days, the most beautiful nights come from it. 
I don't think they tell us that enough.