Under all those stormy clouds and heavy tears from above, there is a brighter place. That moment when the light just peeks through the spaces between the clouds. The ponderous damp air that feels almost as similar as the time after a night of unladed sobbing. Then the sky with its old gray thinning hair. After that you begin to appraise what lays beyond this cocoon of a world we are in. Even if it hurts to look straight at rays emanating from the sphere of light, it still amazes me. The way it reflects and invites itself back into the earth is mesmerizing.What it then creates with just the right setting is a mystical array of faded, gradated colors. A spectrum of light which we call “rainbow”. It bends in just a way that seems to be completely attached to the earth. What it brings is much more than the view of it. It’s a symbol, a passing of the storm, a chance for the best to come, a path. So when I’m out in the middle of nowhere waiting for the rain to subside, I find you. A rainbow.
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