rainbows

Dear Diary,

When I was 6 years old, I always wondered what was at the end of the rainbow. I wondered about the pot of gold, four-leaf clovers, and little leprechaun friend with a big smile and happy laugh that lay at the end. I always wanted to run towards it at full speed with nothing stopping me. I’d run to the window after a rain storm looking for it with a big smile, and even if it weren’t there, I’d look again the next time.

When I turned 10, I mostly did the same. I’d draw my rainbow on all my papers with pretty sunflowers, cardinal birds, and blue jays. Although, this was when people started to tell me that rainbows don’t always come after the storm. Their comments never really left me, and when I started to grow, my perspective seemed to change. 

When I turned fourteen, I stopped going to my window sill to look for these rainbows. My inner thoughts started to tell me “There’s no point.” When I went to draw my pictures on my paper, I started to draw a grass field with trees, animals, and flowers, yet there was no rainbow. This was the time I noticed that rainbows only came after rain. I listened to what others told me about those rainbows: “Rain always comes, but rainbows are never for certain.” 

When I turned sixteen, I never even had time to look for the seven-color figure, my agenda was filled, and my plans were according to the weather. I always hoped for no rain because it “might affect my schedule.” I hated when my shoes got wet, my glasses fogged, and the times when I had to use my windshield wipers. 

Yet, when I turned eighteen, I realized the beauty of the rainbow again. I realized there was an inner meaning for loving all the colors and the arching picture of it all. Rain is something special, I can’t control it. I can’t control when it comes, how much of it, what time it happens. I ended up loving the rain for this reason. The song it makes as it hits my bedroom windows, the smell against the pavement, the fact it helps flowers grow, feeds the beautiful blue jays and cardinals, helps trees reach their full potential; however, most of all, it helps me see my lovely colorful rainbow. 

Sincerely, 

Anna


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