Rainbow After Rain

The storm weeps itself dry, leaving behind only the scent of petrichor and the ghost of thunder rumbles. A reluctant sun peeks through the clouds, tentative as a newborn fawn. Then, as if by magic, a child's laughter paints the weeping sky with vibrant hues. Tears of rain transformed into a promise whispered in seven colors, a bridge between sorrow and sunrise. Hope, arcing across the heavens, reminding us that even storms must eventually yield to the sun's embrace.