The Rainbow

He looked at the rainbow, knowing full well that its beauty surpassed that of everything else in nature. Its majestic presence, a rare sight after the heavy rain, that presented itself only to those who were looking for it, to those who knew where to look, and to those who knew that once they found it, it would certainly change their lives forever.

For him, it was not something that he fell in love with at first sight. He had seen many “others” like it, but this one, this one had a natural, surreal beauty of its own. This rainbow was special, he saw an “inner core” of beauty, candour, and elegance that he had never seen before in any other. This rainbow had a radiance that brought glimmers and rays of hope to all who were fortunate enough to be graced by its presence. He understood that it signified something peaceful, something optimistic that blessed his soul and spirit, even after having endured and experienced a tumultuous thunderstorm of sorts. Surprisingly, as it were with this rainbow, he could not help but notice that its purple arc was more pronounced than that of the other colours.

Deep down, he knew what he wanted… this rainbow. In his mind, he could recall a famous belief that stated that there is a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. But to him, this particular rainbow was worth more to him than all the riches of this world, more valuable than anything the world had to offer.

Unfortunately, he knew that it was inevitable. It was of no use going against the laws of nature. He knew that although the rainbow was strong-willed and free-spirited inside, it would not be enough to face the forces of nature. Being an abstract phenomenon in the world of physics, it was only logical that the rainbow would eventually disappear under normal circumstances. It would vanish into thin air, the same rainbow never to be seen or heard of again.

Still, he wanted to make a difference, to BE the difference.

If he were granted one wish somehow, it would be so that the rainbow before him would never fade away. It would truly take a miracle to stop that from ever happening. Some would call it faith. He bowed his head in humility to pray. He adored this rainbow, but he knew he had to let it go… only because he had to go first.