Beautiful Stories for Ugly Children #8

DIE RANBOW DIE: A Story of Hope The day the rainbow came to stay, there rose from the gutters a collective voice of madness and wonder, like the precision harmony of a choir being flayed alive.  It came as it always did, after the rain.  But when the heavens cleared and the clouds disappeared, the rainbow remained, as if it was forgotten by a careless sky, or simply abandoned on the doorstop of the wind.