Through the waterways

Through the water ways

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Sunday, August 12, 2007

The most beautiful rainbow~ /5:55 AM

These past few days I've been pretty down. Not the exams of course, people like me have other things to think about besides exams. Anyways, I was walking to my grandparents' place when I decided to stop staring at my feet and start looking at the sky. It was there that I saw the most beautiful rainbow.

At first, I didn't realise that it was a rainbow, in fact I thought it was a colouful looking cloud. Most of the lower half of the cloud was grayish, against the sky, pale blue, the colour you'd get on an evening after the rain. Towards the upper edge of the cloud there was a smaller golden turf of vapour that just protruded from the larger and darker body. There were rays of sunlight coming out from behind the big shadowy cloud, so clear that they appeared as transparent white rods in the sky. And sandwiched between the dark layer and the golden layer was a fuzzy mass of colours: pink... blue... a prominant green.

I halted, stared at cloud, which was I now come to note, was outlined in a brilliant pink radiance. I hadn't seen anything so beautiful in a long time, so I picked up my phone, dialed my sister and asked her to come to the road to look at it. By the time she had come out, the splats of colours had taken the form of well-defined bands that had a crystalline quailty. A rainbow arched across the cloud, running over the golden light and plunging into the shadowy depth (if that is an appropriate way to describe it).

I began to phone all my good friends, screaming for them to see the rainbow before it vanished.

During the course of time, another rainbow appeared on the side of the cloud, the same way the first one had, only that this one came faster. The sunlight was more obvious now, and an entire shaft cut the clouds in such a way that the rainbow seemed as if it had split into a few parts. It was very very beautiful! Very very very beautiful! It was very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very (pasues to catch breath) very very very BEAUTIFUL!!! Words are pathetic and imagination fails entirely when I try to describe that scene God had hung up in the air.

So I stood there, in the middle of the road staring at it so hard and trying to imprint the picture in my mind. I kept thinking of Genesis, of an ark and a flood and a promise. Of Ezekiel, strange winged creatures and a radiance about the Lord. And of Revelations and a rainbow that encircled the throne.

And I just kept thinking how it was so very very very beautiful. And if what we see on earth is merely a shadow of what we'd see in heaven, then heaven must be very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very (pasues to catch breath) very very very BEAUTIFUL!!!

When I rushed to my grandparents' house, two more fainter rainbows had sprung up. One on the other end of the cloud and one in the middle, a tiny delicate arch. My grandfather had been trying to take a picture of it, but the camera couldn't catch the colours. Mine neither (I had been trying to take photos, but all I got was a badly shaded sky with a white lump of nothingness where the rainbow should have been.)

But I really did cheer up after seeing the rainbows. Rainbows, in a cliche way, remind you of beauty that comes after a storm.

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