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There's nothing better than a rainbow...except a double rainbow!
I love the sound of the rain. Whenever I hear it, I think about the cleansing and the nourishment it brings. I also think about something else...rainbows.
In the best of conditions, rain showers produce this spectacular phenomenon. Rainbows are mystical, magical and powerful. And, I have to admit, for most of my adult, married life, I have relied on the power of the rainbow to get me through the tough times. They have been my source of inspiration and good luck for a long, long time.
It's funny. It seemed like every time I saw one, something good would happen shortly thereafter. For awhile there, I saw one practically every day. I even got my husband into the act. He would spot one for me and then point it out so I wouldn't miss seeing it. A warm feeling washed over me at every siting. I knew that things in my life would turn out great. I believed it.
Then one day, the rainbows vanished.
So did my good luck.
Sadly it was right around the time of "the big storm". I yelled out into the raging winds, "Sure, you're taking everything else away from me. Why not take away the rainbows too!"
I was really being sarcastic because truthfully, at this point, I was beyond p.o.'d with everything. I lost faith in myself and I stopped believing. Unfortunately, "somebody" must have heard me, because the rains continued, and the rainbows, well...they were definitely gone. Gone...for a long...long...while. I honestly didn't think they were ever going to come back.
I was never more depressed in my whole life. Now what?
"Ok. Deep breathe...relax. Hang on, everything is going to get better. I promise." I said this mantra over and over, every day, until I started to believe it.
Then one day, my husband yelled up the stairs to me, "Quick, look outside Susan!"
I ran down the stairs as fast as I could without breaking something, put my shoes on, grabbed my camera and flew out the front door.
There it was. My beautiful rainbow...back from wherever it went. A wave a relief washed over me. I snapped photo after photo (see the one above). I jumped up and down like a school girl. I was so happy! I shouted to the world! Even one of the neighbors came out to see...she must have thought I was crazy! I didn't care. They're back...they're back...THEY'RE BACK!
Oh...my...god...it just hit me...like a ton of bricks. Right at that very moment, I had just finally...finally figured it out.
The rainbows came back because I believed in them again. I believed in me...again. I let out a deep breathe and I said a silent "thank you".
I love rainbows. I always will. Wait...is that rain I hear? I think I'll get my camera ready...
***I have written this piece for a group on Facebook that I have joined, BFF Blogging For Fun. Interested in more...click on the picture below to take you there.
