Colors in the sky

It was raining and rather cold, and the wind blew water right into my face. The street was busy, with cars loudly spraying the wet puddles behind them and people hurrying home. Their stressed eyes were invisible behind layers of scarves and fogged glasses; their clothes were as gray as the sky. Everyone was the main character in their own film, ignoring others, being there without being there.

Suddenly, the sun broke through the clouds, painting gorgeous colors on the canvas of the gray sky. The light was so strong it created not one, but two rainbows.

The colors shone on everyone's faces. Smiles appeared everywhere. Fingers of different sizes pointed upwards; the cars slowed down to catch a glimpse. Strangers started talking to each other excitedly, praising this beauty of a rainbow.

For a brief moment, the rainbow brought out everyone's inner child. The colors removed the need for protective layers of scarves and worries, and everyone took a deep breath of the world around them, appreciating nature's magnificence, and beaming like the sun shining from behind.

Children understand that life is full of beauty. But we seem to forget as we grow older, and bury our inner children beneath routines and fears. Surprises, like rainbows on rainy days, are proof that they are still alive.