"Can you feel it?" she begged. "Can you? Because I sure can. The rain brings change. Have you noticed that? I love how it washes the dirt away, making the city look new. It makes me feel so alive. If the clouds give way just a little, I bet we'll get a rainbow. Oh, I hope we do."
What could I say?
It's not that I prefer the streets dirty...
It's not that I wish the city to be old...
It's not that I would rather see a solid gray sky without a slice of color...
...but I know.
Her hope for a rainbow is a hope for something better. She'll always be holding out for something better.
Better than this.
Better than here.
Better than me.
Leaning in, with a dreamily distant gaze, she asked...
"What are you thinking right now?"
"I guess I'm hoping for a rainbow too."
Oh, that's so sad!::::: | September 22, 2006 11:34 PM