Drabble of Summer #10: Rain

[spongetastic]

He stood outside the church, feeling the rain beat down on him. By now it had soaked through his clothes but had numbed to the feeling long ago. He stepped inside, where supposedly there were answers. But Peter was still wet and cold by the end, and still angry.

Rain couldn’t wash away everything. He walked out again and saw that the rain was clearing up. Just enough for a rainbow to appear. Seeing that made Peter smile ever so slightly.

Rainbows were a promise. The world still had hope, after all.