Have you seen a rainbow? As a child, when I could still distinguish colors, I often saw a rainbow. She looked out from everywhere I went. It seemed that I could reach it with my hand, and it would color my arms, legs, head, and even my eyes. I saw her on holidays, when everyone was laughing loudly and singing songs; on the river she was reflected in the smallest droplets of spray; before going to bed, with the lulling passage of the clock. She followed me everywhere, as if we were connected to each other by an invisible thread.
But suddenly she was gone. No, not suddenly, not right away. It became less and less distinguishable, the colors lost their luster and saturation. She was disappearing, and I didn't even notice it.
Now, instead of her, girls shone at the festivities, each in her own way; but their brilliance only blinded me, and a white veil obscured my eyes. The river was still flowing fast, and I was slowly growing closer to the stone walls and tile floor. At night, I couldn't sleep for a long time, the noise coming from the motorway drowned out the chiming of the clock.
I had already forgotten about its existence, when, while walking with my dog, I heard the enthusiastic exclamation of children from the neighboring yard: "Look, a rainbow!!!". Something pricked my heart, but it was something native, something that had been waiting a long time for me to pay attention to it. I rushed to a place where the trees and roofs of houses do not obscure the sky. But there was nothing there. I stared at the whole sky in disbelief, but she was hiding from me.
Now I wait for her every day, and I believe that our binding thread has not broken, but simply weakened. From now on, I only care about one question.: "Have you seen my rainbow?"