At The End Of The Rainbow

The rain was thundering down outside. Huge fat droplets hitting the ground as if the ground were a trampoline. It was a warm day sometime several years ago.

A yell of, " Quick you have to come and see this," had me jumping up from the computer desk and running to the bedroom. "Look out the window, look at the rainbow." It was stunning. A complete arc. The colours were vivid and it ended right at the end of our street.

The decision was made. We looked at each other, bombed out of the room and ran down the stairs to the front door. Our clothes were plastered to our bodies within half a second of leaving the house. And we ran, both of us in our bare feet, laughing and telling the other to hurry up or we might miss it..

I hit the end of the rainbow first. He yelled "Stop, you are there, I can see you. Can you see a pot of gold?"
"I can see you," I laughed. "Quick go stand at the end of the rainbow too, before it disappears."
We passed each other and almost immediately there he was. Soaking and smiling and laughing and standing at the end of the rainbow.