Sometimes you have to search for the rainbow.
There are times when the skies open up after a storm and the clouds step aside to give light to an anxious arched prism across an unwrinkled blanket of blue. The immaculate stream of reflected luminescence makes you feel instantly brighter. It reminds you that sometimes a rainy day produces beauty, and you notice yourself smiling.
But there are also times in which the shift in weather is less explicit. No matter how hard that stream of color pushes its way toward you, the clouds linger overhead, muddling the view. If you really search the sky, however, you can make out those determined little stripes. You can find them touching down somewhere in the horizon, guiding you with their optimism, calling you forward. Slowly, your lips part like tentative clouds and you’re flashing a half-smile. It may not be quite as bold as what you’re used to, but it’s long-awaited, much-needed, and it feels like a dream.
I’ve been feeling a bit like a rainbow in a cloudy sky lately. No matter how hard I try to lighten up, a new cloud comes in to push me back. This storm has felt endless. As the start of the season quickly approaches and the state of my fractures remains vague, I’m feeling the downpour of rain on my back more than ever. But I’m realizing now that I can’t let this torrid weather bring me down. Despite of my injuries, I must always find ways to smile. Life has presented me with a persistent haziness and the perfect opportunity to find the ultimate rush. I think it’s time I stopped searching and consider the light all around me. Sometimes the least obvious rainbows are the most rewarding.