The Short Story

It was just another day in the city.
The white sun was up, the black birds were waking up, the world was slowly getting ready for another day.
But it was not just any day.

See, a kid lived in the city.
A kid, just like any kid.
His parents taught him about right and wrong.
But the kid was skeptic, the kid was curious. He had to see for himself.

So the kid decided to be happy.
But how can one be happy? The kid smiled.
And what happened then, no one can explain.
The sun shone brighter than it ever shone before.
Then, the world stopped.
The kid could not stop smiling.
The birds could not stop singing.
The sun could not stop shining.

And he just stood there, letting the sun burn his skin, letting the peaceful silence fill him up.
He liked it.

But something was wrong. Something was missing.
The kid wanted to try something else.

So the kid decided to be sad.
But how can one be sad? The kid cried.
And what happened then, no one can explain.
The black clouds covered the white sky, and it started raining heavily.
Then, the world stopped.
The kid could not stop crying.
The thunder could not stop roaring.
The rain could not stop falling.

And he just stood there, feeling the rain's anger, feeling the thunder's madness.
He liked it.

But something was wrong. Something was missing.
The kid wanted to try something else.

But there was nothing else to try.
The world was in black and white, bad and good, sad and happy.
"Can I ever have both?" thought the kid.

And what happened then, no one can explain.
The sun was shining, the rain was falling.
Then, the world stopped.
The kid what confused, he saw colors.
The kid saw the rainbow.

And he just stood there, under the peaceful sun, under the angry rain.
He loved it.