A rainbow painter

Of all things in this world, she loved to paint rainbow the most. A rainbow after the rain, under the magic of sunlight was like a bridge to a mysterious fairy-land, where a child in her soul had always dreamed of flying to, even just once in a lifetime. She believed that rainbow had magic, a powerful magic which could heal any wounds a human has to bear.

Today, again she began to paint her rainbow with red. It must  have been the warmest, kindest color because it was the color of blood, the magical thing of life which flowed underneath the skins of any living creatures. She stroked her little brush into a long curve over the paper and was happy to see the first line of her rainbow appear. Then she decided to go on with purple, which she believed was the tenderest color of all because lavender, her most favorite flower, also bloomed in purple. She loved the soft, gentle fragrant of those flowers, like a whisper of a fairy; hence she supposed purple must have been for something soothing and sweet.

She continued with some shades of blue. Light blue, indigo-blue and dark-blue. The first one was for bright sky in summer, the second for a gloomy day and the third must have been picked out from a starry night sky. The colors of her rainbow were never mere colors, they were all connected with something else as if her rainbow was a collection of finest colors of finest things in this world.

There were only two colors left to complete the rainbow. Even though this was not the first time she'd painted a rainbow herself, she still felt as excited as ever, looking all over her work before going finish it. Five colors, five representatives of life, she felt thankful for her luck to be living in such a beautiful world with so many colors to paint. Orange must be very very sweet and pure, because it was the color of her favorite fruit. It was tasty, it helped cool down the summer, then orange must have been a nice color to put on, she thought. Under the red line, she stroked another long curve of the new color. Oh, only one line left. She was about to complete it, her lovely rainbow. "Green should be perfect" - she murmured. She was going to put the color of trees, of grass, of silent moss on land and of drifting seaweed under water on her rainbow. Green always was the tranquilest color on earth, she believed. Finally, she'd finished her rainbow. Again. A magic rainbow in an immense sky, where she would hang over some white clouds, some transparent water drops which were the remaining of the summer rain, maybe a fairy flying to her magic world and at one end of the rainbow, she wondered if it was possible to paint a wish there, so that the tiny fairy could pick it up and help her make the little wish come true.

Our lovely painter, there was only one wish she'd always got for the entire of her life: seeing a  colorful rainbow with her own eyes.

Every day, like a worker bee she patiently painted a rainbow in her heart based on people's stories about this life's colors...