Archived Stories with a Present Twist: Chasing Rainbows

Chasing Rainbows

Captured at Pinefield Park in Waldorf, MD on in 2008.

My sojourn to and from home includes a road of trees that is connected to Washington, D.C. and two different counties in Maryland. The nation's capital, with all its magnificent intentions, was dark and gloomy as the rain poured down on one particular day. I all but cried when I saw the adult faces of despair staring back at me through rolled up windows; but I found joy in looking at rain drops skip between my windshield wipers; they were my entertainment. The rain and the wipers were engaged in a game of catch while I waited my turn to move yet 
another inch in the traffic.

No sooner than I crossed my county line the rain stopped. To my left, just before reaching a Wa Wa convenience store, I noticed colored patches arching through the sky.

"No way! Could it be?" I asked myself while turning down the radio as if silence would bring about an answer. Strangely enough, it did.

I closed my eyes and rolled them around to adjust my contact lenses, to make my vision more clear. I did in fact see two rainbows.

Ever ready, I quickly grabbed my camera out of my purse. Click! Click! Click! I got a shot of them, but I wasn't satisfied. The rainbows continued posing in the sky as I made a left turn into a neighborhood I had passed so many times before but completely ignored---until this day.
I snapped again. This time, I was caught in action. The passengers in the car next to me saw what I was capturing and decided to take a picture of the rainbows too. They wanted memories in color.

I pulled over as I was in the way of passersby who mechanically followed the road to their homes, to their driveways, to a life that was so routine that somewhere along the line, they stopped dreaming. The steering wheel of their cars often felt the pressure of their hands on ten and two because that’s what they believed was the only way to drive through life. My detour home proved one thing.

Click! Click! Click! There was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Instead of a Leprechaun waiting for me, I was the one holding the pot...and tasting the rainbow of my dreams. No matter how many days pass in my adult life, I have to remember to dream. I have to remember to sip the different flavors of life. I have to create a way for my heart’s desires to show the rest of the world that through the rain, through the storms, there’s always something more colorful than darkness.

Here's what I know for sure. At the time I saw the double rainbow, I was single and I did not have a child. Eleven years I watched our son play on that same field where the rainbows made their appearance.



Dreams keep us alive. Like those refracted and reflected lights from the sun, we should all be parading in our colorful dreams so others can see the possibilities of those things that seem impossible. Let your light shine in all colors! Take a detour and follow your rainbow. Follow your dreams.

Hugs and smiles,

Sips with love,
Ms. Coffeedreamz #coffeedreamz38 www.yolondacoleman.com FOLLOW ME: Instagram @coffeedreamz38

Twitter @Coffeedreamz Facebook @coffeedreamz38 This post is sponsored by Felicia Watkins-White, real estate agent. (301) 535-7639 Instagram @felicia.white.1675 Facebook @felicia.white.1675