When Life Gets You Down (My Rainbow)

The dark rage of the striving rain sweeps the ground. Roaring thunder is heard far off in the bitter, cold night. Hopeless… Fearful…Aggressive… When the storm finally lets up and all seems lost, an arc of colored light brightens up the grey sky, the rainbow.

           

My rainbow brings lots of different sides that completes the arc of my life. Red means my love, infatuation, and life. Purple reminds me of luxury, wealth and sophistication. Nature is the calming color of green. Peaceful, tranquil blue brings me serenity. Yellow, the color of sunshine is my joy and happiness, intellect and energy. The healing power of orange is my warmth and earthiness. All these colors put into one big, beautiful rainbow is my luck and providence.

          

  It is the smell after rain, something new, and something clean.  When the sinister, foreboding storm never seams to let up, and when life seems sorrowful and gloomy, look for the rainbow when the sun comes out again.

           

My rainbow is the entrance to heaven. Catch a rainbow and share its beauty on the days that are black and dreary. Like the notes in the calming song, let harmony flow from the rainbow, and don’t let life get you down. 

Somewhat Random Thoughts of my Writer's Mind

I have never considered myself as an excellent writer. I am embarrassed of every thing I have ever written. The funny thing about that is I love to write. I’ve written essays, and poems, I have even attempted to write a book. There was no surprise on my part that it never was completed. Being in love with writing is terrible because I feel like I’m not very good at all.

        

Although I say I’m an awful writer, awful may be a bit of an exaggeration. I do not recall ever failing any of my writing assignments (although I probably deserved a lower grade than I received). I even won a reward my 6^th grade year for writing the best persuasive essay out of the whole county, but I call that lucky. Also, give me some credit for at least attempting to start a book. I did get a few chapters into it, but then I ran out of ideas and the effort to go on.

           

First of all, I started to love writing just from reading it. I would sit for hours reading books. And as pathetic as this may sound, when I was bored I would read food labels and recipes. My mother would always say, "Read a lot, find out what kind of writing turns you on, in order to develop a criterion for your own writing. And then trust it—and yourself." Ok, I lied my mother would never quote that to me. I actually found that phrase from an unknown artist on the Internet. Nevertheless, I wish my mother had quoted something to me to inspire me to write.

      

 I never felt a great push from my parents to write. When I would ask either one of my parents to proof read something I did write, they never gave me any feedback on what I should fix or what they liked or disliked about it.  My mother did keep a journal but she never pressured me into keeping one for myself. I have a 3^rd grade journal that I had for a little while, and I’m getting a kick out of how I used to write back then. I use bigger words now then when I was 8 and since then I have learned how to set up my paragraph with paragraphs and such. Even my writing style has changed. I can say now that I am a much better writer then I was then. I can now also say for the past year I'm a proud owner of a journal that i actually write in. 

        

    I guess depending on how long it takes me to write a paper, depends on the type of paper I’m writing. Like this essay for instance, I’m having a lot of trouble because I have to stop and think of what to say, plus I have to re-write everything, and the fact that I keep getting interrupted by my annoying, little brother.  Anyway, compared to writing a persuasive essay, it would take half the time it is taking me to write this paper. Research papers are a pain for me also. They are not my most favorite type of paper to write. My most favorite thing to write about is, well, my feelings. Ever since I started my journal, I have had a place where I can go vent when I am angry or write down how exciting my day was. 

           

 My advise to anyone that has trouble writing like I do would be just to keep at it. You will never get better if you do not try. Learn to love to write. I probably should listen to my own advice when I say do not be ashamed of your work. Someone out there will read what you have written and simply love it. I can personally say writing has taken me a long way. This is me as a writer.