As pretty.

They used to say there's always a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, and that there's always rainbow after the rain.
I remember how I like rainbows, not realising it exists in pairs until my Form 3 Science teacher once told me.
I remember how precious rainbows are, short lived yet stunning enough for u to anticipate the next one u'll ever see.
From the car window as dad drove along the highway, from the corridor as all of us secondary girls rushed out to peep.
Rainbows, they're pretty yet hard to catch and keep.
I wonder when's the next rainbow I'll see.
Can clouds and blue sky be as pretty?