Sunset

A storm was coming. The wind was howling through the trees. Angry clouds were gathering above. The sky was growing darker with any passing moment. Lightnings were coming to scare away the living. Thunders were echoing true the air. A few raindrops were falling here and there.

Like everybody else, the mayflies were scattering. They were hiding away from the suddenly threatening nature.

And then … a burst of light was filling the darkness. In the far west, beyond the clouds, the sun was escaping. It was glowing again, dividing the surroundings into powerful shades of dark blue and yellow. The harsh contrast was almost painful to watch for their little eyes.

But what’s happening there? A few drops of color showing in the distance on the threatening sky of the dark east; a little red; and then, a little yellow; and green … And the colors, the colors were growing, rising towards the heavens.

Now the mayflies were waiting, looking and trying to grasp the changes in the sky. The colors were now on the other side too, and growing. And then they were touching above. Now an arch of color was passing across the sky. And there, some distance from it, more colors were painting the clouds. What a miracle is a rainbow in the life of a mayfly!

The wind and the thunders were no more. And the light of the sun was no longer harsh, but tender. And the magic was bathing everything.

In the engulfing sunset, the blessed mayflies were dancing.