We’ve had rain and some amazing rainbows in the high country recently. I’m always inspired by those striped miracles flashing across a rainy gray sky, but writing something that captures their magnificence, well…
They’re a promise of evil washed away and better days to come. A story as old as time, told over and over. But I’d like something as fresh as that sun drenched rainbow after a rain.
Unicorns fart them — or is that glitter? I can’t remember but I sure don’t want to clean up that mess. Moving on.
Rainbows and leprechauns are a thing, right? Preferably nasty ones with a bad rash and halitosis. Nothing new there, plenty of them are available in every book store horror section and streamed like mad to your devices in October.
The pot ‘o gold at the end of the rainbow. Now there’s a colossal cliché for you. However, clichés do become cliché for a reason. Hmmm…
“When the clouds broke, her spirit blazed with the rainbow arcing overhead like a tapestry of prisms.” Ugh. Yeah, you’re right. That was lame. I’ll keep working on capturing a rainbow with words. In the meantime, my camera does a far better job.
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