The Rainbow After the Storm: A Personal Reflection on Hope

I just saw a rainbow in the sky while taking out the trash.It was one of those days. The kind where the sky seems to wear your mood like a mirror, draped in grey, heavy with silence, pierced occasionally by the hiss of falling rain. I had been going through a storm of my own—not one that rustles trees or floods sidewalks, but the kind that brews quietly inside: doubts, disappointments, the ache of dreams deferred.Then, just as the storm outside began to retreat, I looked up…