Rain on my Bow

The rain was heavy, but my resolve was strong. The sun had disappeared behind a thick cloud, I fell into rapidly muddying holes, and one caught my boot, stopping me. I struggled to see in the dim, wet light. Suddenly, the clouds opened and the sun came through, lighting up the path, and I could free myself. I looked up, at a forming rainbow, the end of which fell at my feet, and I knew the pot o' gold would be there. I began to dig, praising the heavens under my breath. I would soon be able to help my mum, my dad, now we had money again.

The next colour is AMARANTH!

The End

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