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End of the Rainbow

Rainbows have always intrigued me It wasn't until I was grown when I had actually found out why. I walked upon it one afternoon After a short mid summer rain Id finally found what is at a rainbows end and it was beyond anything I could had ever imagined. I stood there stunned, Wide-eyed and slack jawed I couldn't even form a single word. I couldn't believe what my eyes were showing me. There before me were millions of doorways to other worlds, Small glimpses into these other realms, So many lands and so diverse. I began to wonder what would happen If I were to step through One of these doorways into another world. As I took my first step into the rainbows end A warm energy surrounded me It had such beautiful colors, and made me feel comforted That kind of comfort that comes from your mothers embrace. I stepped through the nearest doorway, and the ground began to shake, The wind let out a deafening growl. Frightened, I looked around me And saw a funnel descend from the clouds. This wasn't a normal tornado, nothing I'd ever seen before. It's colors glowed and brightened, as the spout and the rainbow collided. My feet were lifted up off of the ground And I was carried away. I thought for sure that my life was over, I thought maybe I should begin to pray. When suddenly there came a large flash, and then an even louder crash rang out And then I was on my feet again firmly upon the Pinkish grass that Im sure wasn't there before. I scanned the horizon amazed by its beauty And before I could blink twice or a single thought could form. I was back where I started and then the rainbow was gone. Now every time I see a rainbow reaching Across the sky I go back to that moment, that instant I spent in a whole other world. 6/7/2020

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