The colours in the rain

Frustrated in the car, she looked out the window as it began to rain.

She just wanted something to do while she was in transit. The road was dark, and there wasn’t much to see.

She focused on a drop of water moving across the glass. Somehow, she knew that among all the other drops, this one was a tear.

As she watched the tear slide down the window, she wondered about the tears that fall into the sea. Do they fall into it only to return later, back to the earth?

Carefully, she rolled the window down and caught the tear with her finger.

She touched it to the corner of her eye and let it run down her cheek.
“It does feel like home, doesn’t it?” she said to the tear.

The tear fell onto the back of her hand and turned into a golden bracelet. As it finished forming around her wrist, she saw them all.

The different colors in the rain—each one coming from a sea or river where a tear had ended.

The gray clouds took on the colors of every tear, and as she watched, tears of her own began to fall. But she felt something gently wipe them away before they could leave her cheek.

She knew it was the bracelet, telling her there was no need for tears—only to remember that day in the rain.