when what is obscure becomes clear

Hiked Franconia Ridge Line over Memorial Day weekend with some friends... it poured for the first 2 miles up, and the view was completely obscured by lots and lots of clouds... but as we hit the ridge line, summiting Mt. Lafayette, the clouds began to break.

There is nothing quite like that moment, when what is obscure becomes clear.
Take the metaphor as far as you like.

I think sometimes this is why there are clouds in our lives. So that we are more in awe, more astonished, and overjoyed, when we see the view, for the first time, clearly. Otherwise, we (and by this I mean "I") would take it for granted.