“I’d given up on chasing rainbows,” he said
when a rainbow came and sat down on him.
“For almost a century I kept trying,” he sighed.

He didn’t seem altogether happy but not altogether sad.
Maybe it was his form of contentment.

The rainbow laughed and sang a song and was jolly.

He closed his eyes and let out a smile.
And he reminisced with the rainbow for a little while,
not at all alone any more.