pain as a teacher

I am a man of painful teachings. Guided by my pasts mis-reachings. Pains teachings are those which I prefer, even if her lessons id defer. She teaches grace and gratitude too through lack of peace and solitude. She hides her hand in misery, yet illuminates life's mystery. Who am I to doubt that pain, which weaponized the falling rain, to give a season free of flame, through simple means which keep me sane?