by E. Alan Meece
Band of Writers, UUFLG
Nov.10, 2024
The shadow appeared and came down and over me. It enveloped me. What do you know, sha-dowe, I asked.
I expected that a dark spirit sent this shadow, since shadows are dark. It got darker just as I thought this, ever darker and darker. It felt like the shadow of doom.
But then, purple colors appeared, and then blue, and then green. And all the colors of the rainbow. So, what do you know, sha-dow? I asked again. What do you know? the shadow replied. Well, raindrops were falling on my head, so maybe it’s the rainbow after the rain. You’re right, the Shadow said. Even Bob Dylan met a young girl who gave him a rainbow while the Hard Rain was fallin’. So I guess there’s hope? I asked the rainbow shadow. Hope comes in many colors, it said. I guess I’ll have to consult my crystal ball some more on that, I said. Colors are always hopeful, the Shadow said. You never know from which color the hope might come. See which one you see in your crystal ball and get back to me!
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head Band of Writers essay by E. Alan Meece, including a link to the song
A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall by Bob Dylan