The End Of The Rainbow

They'd been walking for days. The weather conditions had been perfect. Conditions like these only came about every 70 years or so and therefore Eleanor and Jansen set out as soon as they heard it would happen. There had been a perfect drizzle combined with just enough sunshine the past 10 days or so to keep the rainbow on display. Their clothes were damp and they'd been cold to the bone at times but they needed to get to the end of the rainbow to get what they each so desperately needed. They woke up under the trees in a forrest on the last morning. Rain was in the air and Jansen gently woke up Eleanor. "Come on, El. We're gonna get there today." She groaned and stretched before opening her eyes. They ate breakfast in silence and packed up camp. With the heavy backpacks on their backs they started walking. They didn't talk much. Most of the their conversation were made up of stuff like: "Look out.", "Watch your step." or "Should we stop for a break?". They'd met in the big group of people who set off from the village together. Some people had fallen behind or given up. The mountains they had to cross was no welcoming terrain. Jansen and Eleanor just happened to have the same stamina and pace and after a short introduction they stuck together. Now they were here. On the final day. So close to the goal. They exited the forrest and worked their way up over a hill. And there it was. The end of the rainbow. The colours were shimmering brightly. Eleanor got tears in her eyes and grabbed Jansen's hand. He squeezed her hand right back and sighed in relief. They'd made it. And what they both so deeply had wished to find presented itself to them right there, at the end of the rainbow.