Rainbow Girl

I walked home, rain leaking through my rainbow umbrella onto my rapidly expanding hair. The lining of my boots and thin socks could not hinder the oozing gush of rain between my big toes and their eight remaining followers. Puddles were unavoidable, car splashes – inevitable.

As I passed a young girl getting buckled into her car seat by her father, I caught her eye, smiled, and winked.

“Daddy, Daddy,” The little girl exclaimed. “That girl is a rainbow!”

“No, he corrected. She has a rainbow umbrella.”

“Actually, sir,” I said. “Your daughter was right the first time.”

And with that, I smiled, and continued my walk in the rain.

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