A rainbow

Untitled, a photo by Flowtopia on Flickr.

That morning, shortly after dawn, it was raining hard. Kate had woken in the room so familiar, surrounded by darkness, barely lit by the light coming through the blinds.
She stared at the ceiling, as if trying to fathom her innermost thoughts.
All she heard was the sound of the rain and thunder that had so much frightened as a child.
In those days she took refuge in the bed of her parents. Now she could not.
When later she left forever those walls she brought only the clothes she was wearing. She did not even notice the rainbow behind her.