Today was the eightieth anniversary of the Day the Colors Went
Away. There was a parade later, and then a mandatory service at the
town hall where we would listen to the history of the Day the Colors
Went Away…again.
The rain made the dull sky even grayer. I headed outside, but before I
even made it to the door my mother intercepted me to hand me an
umbrella. She gave me a look that said that I didn’t really have a choice
in whether I wanted to use an umbrella or not, I will use one or face
the unknown consequences. I wished her a good morning, and then
promptly went outside. There was only light drizzle, but I used the
umbrella anyway to please my mother.
I sat on the steps, and while I waited I was doing the Rainbow
dance in my head. I stopped actually doing the rainbow dance when I
was twelve because my mother saw me do it. She asked me what I was
doing and I told her I was performing my Rainbow dance. She said
that the other kids would think I was weird and make fun of me. I
know she was just trying to improve my self-esteem and save me from
getting teased terribly, so I stopped for her sake. I decided that I
would just perform it inside my head, because people can’t read your
mind.
I closed my eyes very tightly, and imagined that rainbows are real. I
felt the rain coming down harder, and a drop hit my leg. When I
opened my eyes and I could see colors. Actual colors! I looked up and
saw colors falling from the sky. It’s like the rain was its own rainbow.
Every time the colored rain touched the ground, it would spread and
begin to make everything else colorful. The color was slowly creeping
back into the world. It slowly replaced the dull grays and boring
blacks. I got up and slowly turned around. Colors stretched as far as I
could see.
I glanced down, and I was in color as well. I’ve been used to looking
down at myself and just seeing gray, but now I was colorful, too. I filled
with an uncontainable glee. I stood up and started to twirl. I twirl and
twirl till the world became a blur of color. Dizzy, I fell down in a heap and
the colors were still there. A laugh escaped my mouth, and I couldn’t
seem to stop laughing. As I tried to control myself, I just gazed at all the
colors. I ran back inside and was met with an explosion of even more
colors. Grandmother was sitting at the kitchen table and gave me the
biggest smile I have ever seen.
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