And then I saw, the Rainbow. Out there,rainbow-ing, just like that. As if, it was just a normal day.
It wasn’t. Not for the people who saw it. And definitely not for the Leprechauns; who, I am sure, got their pots of gold. Looking at that melancholy of colors, so did I.
Mesmerized, standing there, while these, tiny droplets of condensed life, fell on me.
With that Rainbow, right in front of me. Nothing mattered. In that instant, in that small existential passage of time, which we call moments, Nothing mattered.
Nothing mattered at all; save for the rain, the green Earth, the sand at my feet, the waves, breaking over the reefs and that bloody, awesome, Rainbow.