A Piece of Rainbow Blooming in a Gray Landscape

A double rainbow appeared above the city, pausing everyday life for a moment and leaving behind a quiet memory of hope and wonder.

Today’s sky felt like a gift that needed no explanation.

At the edge of the monsoon, a rainbow emerged through the gray clouds.

A rainbow alone is a wonder,

but the faint second arc quietly following it

felt like a gentle encouragement from somewhere unseen.

As we went through our day, umbrellas still dripping,

the rainbow appeared briefly over green tents in the city.

Without a word, without a sound,

it felt like it was lifting us skyward for a moment.

People reached for their phones,

children stretched out their hands.

And we all felt the same thing:

"This is not a moment to just pass by."

The rainbow didn’t linger long.

The clouds were still heavy, the sun still shy,

but in that brief window,

the rainbow embraced the world twice.

Watching it, I thought:

Maybe our days too, even in the dullest moments,

carry flashes of quiet miracles.

Rain must fall for rainbows to rise.

What appears after sadness may be hope,

or maybe just a little space in the heart.

But it is there, always.

Rainbows might just be illusions of light.

Yet those fleeting illusions stop people in their tracks,

and draw every pair of eyes to the same sky.

That shared stillness.

That silent awe.

Sometimes, that’s all we need.

In an ordinary afternoon in a busy city,

I looked up and the sky wasn’t ordinary.

And for that one moment,

neither was I.

At the spot where I paused,

I met a rainbow,

and it embraced me wordlessly.

That view slowly seeped into my memory,

so I could return to it again someday,

and maybe smile on a rainy day.