Storygram: Rainbow

I’m starting this project where I write a piece of short fiction as caption for a photo I’ve taken! J I'm calling this project "Storygram"; hopefully I would be able to come out with a short story each week haha. 

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Rainbows look nothing like they do in children’s books or cartoons.

She used to hate it. She hated the grey skies that inevitably accompanied the arch of colours, she hated the dappled clouds, the dull patches that blurred the edges of the rainbow. She hated the bleakness that marred its beauty.

But now it’s different.

She knows now it wasn’t just the sky that was grey. But it was what was inside her. She saw grey because she was grey. She didn’t understand the rainbow. She didn’t want to. In the light of the darkness, it is easy to miss sight of the rainbow, the promises it yields and the hope it provides.

So now it’s different.

When she sees the rainbow, she still sees the grey. She still sees the imperfections that she can’t rub out. But she no longer sees just the grey. She sees the rainbow – pristine and perfect, formed in the certainty that the Sun will come back again.