Rainbow

The thunder rumbled. Outside the sky was as black as coal, the clouds hung low; dark and foreboding. The warm morning breeze had become icy wind, howling for all its worth. The houses on top of the hill had disappeared. Then it started to fall, heavy blocks of ice, crashing down on the ground. Although they were tiny ice droplets, they made torrential noise. Then, rain fell, beating down on the ground. Minutes later, colours enveloped the sky. Blue, green, yellow, violet, red and orange fired out of the ice droplets, painting the earth until all was bright again.

Being at home makes everything beautiful

Stepping outside, the bright yellow light shone on her. It kept her warm, it was comforting. She swung open the coal black gate, her fingers resting on the lock for a moment. The air was dusty, polluted and dirty yet she took it in, walking on the uneven grey road. The trees were a deep, lush green; their leaves floating gently in the wind. Red flowers bent down as the gust blew harder.

She stepped into the car, directing the driver to her destination. As the journey ventured on, she gazed out the car window. Other cars rushed by her's; some honking, some screeching, some releasing a dark cloud into the air. They were all bright in some way or another despite the fact that they were covered in dust.

The busy roads were still gentle to her, which was a thing only those who lived there would understand. They stopped at a traffic light, and she quickly averted her eyes from the window as lines of beggars appeared. One; an old woman with deep sunken eyes came up to her car. She knocked on the window, her eyes saying more than her mouth did. Shadows of tear stains were visible among her dark circles and wrinkles, her face weak and fragile. In her arms she held an infant; a dark, malnourished boy with dry skin which thirsted for a drop of water. Her heart melting, the girl lowered her window and slipped a twenty rupee note into the women's lifeless fingers.

The light turned green and she left the woman behind. Passing by the huge red school, she saw the country's green and white flag raised in the air, fluttering freely in the wind. She smiled when she saw it, watching the colours come alive in the people around her. Warm skinned individuals roamed the streets. going about doing their usual errands. The wondrous thing about them was that despite the colours they wore, they were all bright; shining, full of joy. Some were frowning, some had their eyebrows scrunched up, but in all of them there was a happiness which she had never seen before. Maybe it was because they were all at home.