A rainbow gives hope to everything it touches.

It flows softly through the sky until it finds a dark, sad place and then if gives out warmth and joy until that single object shines the same colour as the rainbow.

But the rainbow too comes from a dark place.

To grow it must wait for the rain to fall. But god fights back with sunshine and the devil wont give in, so angels fly back and fourth with sweet word and golden hearts until the devil gives into their beautiful wish and a rainbow appears.

Someone once told me there’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I didn’t think of finding it, I didn’t even wonder what end. All I care about is the rainbow and that to me is the only gold I need.