Who stole the rainbows?
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Who stole the rainbows?
This story tells a bit about my personal experience with the pandemic. I am sure that It is a hard time for all of us no matter how old we are, but we can always get something positive out of it.
It was the ''rising'' of 2020. I was barely a teenager, preparing for ''the best summer of my life''. The warm and early summer breeze filled my heart with excitement for the upcoming holidays. I had no patience left to wait for the last ring of the school bell. As the trees got greener and sun shone brighter, a big stormy cloud appeared above everyone's head. It started with a rain of rumours about a scary and unknown virus spreading around the world, threatening everyone.
At first, I didn't take it seriously, but then a lockdown was announced and I felt the fear and anxiety entering my body. All schools and public places were closed. I coudn't meet up with any of my friends. The isolation began to influence on my behaviour just as fast as this virus entered our lives without a warning.
Days flying by, with nothing to keep me busy at home while the storm was slowly turning into tornado that took all my passions and daydreams for the warm season away from me. Instead of being the happy child that paints rainbows with her imagination, I turned into the grumpy teenager who spends my time counting the days until we can finally see a blue sky. I wanted to tell my family about the negative impact that this quarantine had on me, but it was pointless. No one can control the weather, right? So I just kept it all to myself. I kept spending my time lying in bed, having online classes and wondering if I would ever enter a classroom again. I realized that we appreciate what we have when we lose it. And I lost a lot along with the rainwater running down the street. I lost my normal lifestyle. I dreamt of going back to school early in the mornings and meeting my friends in the hallways no matter how tired I was.
Suddenly, a ray of sunshine came through my window. I thought I can maybe spill all my concerns on paper since it's hard for me to explain them. And so I did it! I grabbed an old notebook and a pen and I started writing everything that was on my mind. Small brainstorms turned into poems, poems turned into stories; And voila! A new passion was born. My passion to write. It was hard at first because I wasn't used to it, but it didn't take long to fall in love with it. Bright- coloured rainbows appeared above my head again. I found something that made me happy, something to help me escape from reality and let me create my own world.
I learned that its not always necessary to be sunny for a beautiful rainbow to be ''painted''.